When silent sunset casts a shadowy grey,
The sky ablaze in brilliant twilight blue;
What joyous thoughts do warm a windy day;
The beauty of the world I see in you:
Spring’s young love does make the rose petals soft,
Tender as the evening seabreeze in July.
If only such beauty was mine so oft
That not a dew-kissed rose would ever die:
As tenderly our lips join with such bliss,
Such soft, silken skin I feel with my touch.
Why I touch your quiet face as we kiss?
To caress the beauty I love so much:
So that when autumn’s leaves begin to fall,
My love of you will see me through it all.
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