How sweet it is to rise as the dawn comes
with kindly warming rays to lift the veil of night,
when all my dreams of you have reached their sum
and you, who give them life, come into sight,
for no amount of dreams could e'er suffice
to bring the joy that comes with seeing you,
nor could a slumbering vision e'er contrive
a beauty such as yours each night anew.
But waking brings an ever-present love
embodied in the woman of my dreams,
a love unmatched below or e'en above,
a love the gods themselves could scarce conceive,
and rising draws the nightly ours near
with hope to dream again the one so dear.
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