By JH Sayyar
When morning paints the sky with gold,
Thy smile outshines the dawning of the day.
No jewel wrought, nor treasure manifold,
Could match the worth thy heart doth weigh.
Thy voice, a song the lark would cease to hear,
Thy touch, the balm that soothes my soul
Where'er thou art, all shadows disappear,
And broken things in thee are made whole.
Thine eyes hold stars no night has ever known,
A deeper light than heavens dare to keep.
My love for thee through every age has grown,
In waking hours and in the depths of sleep
So let the world spin madly as it will—
My heart is thine, and shall be ever still.
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