The Morning Comes

Love makes waking up easy, and going to bed hard.

There is nothing more damaging than the unavoidable heaviness of eyelids

As the earlier hours approach, summmoning a half-hearted goodbye.

Sleep is filled with images of love.

As the everlasting hours finally pass by,

The morning comes. 

Resurgence of emotions results in a new passion 

For the new day that awaits.

This poem is about: 
Me

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