Morning Poem by Ronald Chapman

Morning



The yellow glow of Sun's new daylight,
Shining on your face so brightly,

Where did the night go?

I'm afraid to touch your face,
Do you truly exist?

Is this what real love is?

I think of our future.
Have I finally found love?

But you're still dreaming,
You who makes me believe,
In love once again.

Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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