Sunrise

Awaiting thee, a journey afar,

As distant as any morning star,

On the horizon thy glimmer shine,

A lightness sight ever so fine,

Though thy touch a distant place,

And a smile cast upon thy face,

Enchanting me ever so deep,

Eyes gleaming in a twilight creek.

Crimson the marks of love,

Portrayed by many, as of a dove,

So charming the sight I see,

Of a beauty none would flee.

The path a broken road and heart,

Of a past hoping to never part,

Yet each time a hope arise,

It ends in tears, frowns or sighs.

Though fate had another plan,

To cross two lives over again,

Not once nor twice but thrice so true,

Of a chance neither would want to lose.

So here they stand, silently,

In the arms of each other so gently,

Knowing not the future, foregone the past,

With faith that this, will forever last.