The Dawn


In the dawn of the morning light
Their eyes glance up, hold fast, and meet.
She floods his senses, fills his sight.

She, his love, in the purest white,
Swiftly walks down the cobbled street
In the dawn of the morning light.

He, cloaked in the shades of the night,
Can feel the rise of his heartbeat,
She floods his senses, fills his sight.

She, his true friend, longs to unite,
Can feel her fair cheeks flush with heat
In the dawn of the morning light.

He, her champion, her noble knight
Is apart by one hundred feet,
She floods his senses, fills his sight.

The sun rises, brilliant and bright
As they coalesce, tender, sweet.
In the dawn of the morning light,
She floods his senses, fills his sight.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Tamera Rosales

Racist and boring. Expand your vocabulary. 

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