Hazel eyes, a crooked smile
That was my every morning's sight
Furtive glances, a crimson flush
Blew away the webs of a dull summer night ;
Once a night owl,
Now waited for the dawn,
Tiptoeing to the terrace with a coffee mug
Was the first task of my morn'.
The birds chirped, the clouds m
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