Shaded through morning light.
Tinted glass foreshadows it all.
I cannot see your true colours.
Her hair waves in the air.
Her sigh melts me.
She's so beautiful.
And the sun rises into the sky.
Her lips gravitate towards mine.
She is surrounded by my arm's warmth.
The fireplace is roaring.
Sitting in her splendor, I stare.
More black than bright.
Light bulbs replace the sun.
Your hand is placed in mine.
My heart smiles
The moon goes behind the clouds.
In town the nightlife awakens
My intentions were pure.
I can see yours were always elsewhere.
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