On soft mornings, he tells
Happy, is what he sells
The sun on his skin grazes
Love on her face, he glazes.
With a bright early attitude
Long, he flips her to latitude
She soars, on a bit of altitude
Loved she floats, notes off a flute.
The earth, the sky, the water – witness
This love strong and tender, firm the fitness
All forgot but song, this bit of eternity
Once upon a time, told will be this story.
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