You, my dear, I have seen
in many different lights-
the light of youth and love,
the glimmer of simple living,
and maturity’s pure, perfect glow.
But in the dawning of every day
and at the coming of every dusk
there is that certain light-
which plays on your skin an amber glow
and paints a picture on my heart.
So when you are gone
I will always remember you,
bathed in a warm, soft light-
that state of desperate perfection
somewhere between daybreak and twilight.
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