If I could melt the sunrise to mold for your eyes,
oh how I would.
That sunrise full of new opportunities in its vast array of a fruit medley of color.
The sunset always had my heart until I met you
and then my eyes were made new.
You showed me all the sunrise had to offer,
all you had to offer,
all I had to offer the start of a new day.
So now with my heavy eyes,
I long for the morning sun to remind me that each day is new...
And the morning sun brings me closer to you,
closer to your heart my dear.
Thanks for letting the sun rise on my heart with you.
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