By B.K.
Date: 2002 Mar 19
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Mornings Call To Love

In the deep end of night
The quiet of my heart
Whispers to you
In dreams
Moments unfolding
Softly, tenderly
This monstrous love
Held tightly
Slowly unwinding my mind
Gently tracing my soul
While shooting stars
Fly past the moon
To cry this passion
To the sun
That sits waiting
For dawns breathless hello
Early mornings call
To love