Morning Always Comes Too Soon Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The morning always comes too soon,
when you are locked in loves embrace
You much prefer the gentle moon
to the suns bright shining face.
Which brings an end to your delight
When you are locked in loves embrace.
You can’t compare the soft dark night
to the suns bright shining face.
You can’t compare the soft dark night
with the birth of a new day.
Which brings an end to your delight
but can’t command the night to stay.
With the birth of a new day
you have to rise reluctantly.
When you are locked in loves embrace.
The morning always comes too soon.

4-May-08

Pantoum

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