I watch the early morning blood-red rays,
its two more days before another kiss
while I am missing her in many ways
am yearning to see her, for pure bliss
to feel her soft curls like some times before
her golden soft hair now coloured dark,
each day I love and miss her even more;
on the depth of love I can just remark,
about its significance its joyful spark.
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