Mornings With You

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As I learn new words for love and forever in different languages.
I whisper them in your ear at dawn watching sunlight scatter across the sky in gorgeous red and orange hues,
restoring life to everything that was silent in the dark.

I whisper them to you as a promise for the next rising sun,
and the one after that till there is no burning sun at all
or till we are reduced to dust.

You, my love, are my forever.

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