I see your face in the rising sun,
When the early morning skies are red.
From this time, until the day is done,
Thoughts of you dance inside my head.
I dream of you throughout the night
As the downy pillows rub my cheeks.
Each vision of you brings me delight.
Your lovely face makes my spirit weak.
I hear your voice even when you aren’t near.
No song can bring a more peaceful sound.
Your euphonious music pleases my ears.
In you, a treasure I have found.
You, my dear, are a gem precious and rare;
Beautiful and lovely beyond compare.
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Jessie Davis is a welder who writes poetry as a hobby.
