The golden hush of morning sings, Soft light upon your skin still clings. The world awakes, yet I remain, Caught in the warmth where dreams still reign.
The sun ascends, its silent call, Yet love resists, it does not fall. One final kiss, a breath held tight, Before the day consumes the night.
O fleeting hour, O stolen time, The dawn arrives, yet still you shine. Though parting aches, and time is cruel, Each sunrise whispers—love is fuel.
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