(For Daleen)
That every new morning is better
when it comes full of sparkle suddenly,
even when summer comes in its full glory,
without you to me is meaningless,
it then only carries a big sadness
in my years of early old age.
That every new morning is better
when it comes full of sparkle suddenly,
with you becomes a wondrous event,
with your love joy becomes my property,
when you stretch out my days, when you astound me,
making me believe in a Godly witness
that every new morning is better.
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