The rising of the sun
is a shadow on my dawn
to the glamour of your eyes.
The chatter of the early birds
are lurking jeorpady
of bad luck.
I grant sanction
to the lush joy
abound in your jolly smile.
A good morning kiss
unfeignedly from the heart
with sanctified emotions
makes my story endless.
fate mcfate
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-endless-story/
