Twight morn upon thy face So soft and gentle be it's hold
The caress of a slight breeze plays upon your lips
There mine ave touched that I should sigh good morning to you
That I might look upon the sweetest eyes this morn
And tell you love how simply I must adore you
For are you not all a woman would wish to hold
Your perfumed flavor and your daring made so bold
That any other woman would say only as much as I
Is a statement lightly told
For thou art a most gorgous man
A most delicious thought in the morning cold
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