You love me in the morning
When all is fresh and new
Every passing moment seems brighter
For the sky is turning blue
You will love me in the noon
When bees hover over flowers
Nature will be at her finest
The sun will be in his powers
But will you love me in the eve
When flowers drop their heads
Cold winds begin to blow
Over the frail and the dead?
And will you love me in the night
When darkness encompasses you
When it is difficult to see
Even a love that is true?
Thatโs really beautiful
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Absolutely beautiful and brilliant ๐๐
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There’s an old song some secondgrade teacher taught my daughter. It starts with: I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon, I love you in the evening and underneath the moon. Oh, skiddamarink-adinky-dink, skiddamarink-a-doo…
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Deep! Loved your work!
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This’s really beautiful
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I really like the sentiments in this – beautifully written.
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I can see this as being a childs nursery rhyme it gave me really nice vibes keep up the postive work.
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Beautiful.
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Nice piece indeed….Beautifully written๐
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Beautiful, effortlessly flowing poetry!
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No.
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I love your ability to add rhymes at what seems like the perfect time!
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I left a comment and itโs not here, so I left a second one. Itโs not here either. Occurred to me youโre monitoring them before they appear. If thatโs the case, take your pick!!
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I am not monitoring the comments but it is indeed strange why your comments ended up in Spam. Had to unspam all three of them. Looking forward to hearing from you again. Regret the inconvenience. Thanks.
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Thanks for your persistence. I hope that isnโt happening to others. We like knowing our responses are getting through.
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If I can love you in the morning
When weโre both an awful fright,
Iโll surely love you in the dimness
Of a warm and darkened night!
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You bet! If I can love you in the morning
When our hairโs a mess and eyes are dim,
I can love you in the nighttime
When the shadows close us in!
Great poem, Frank. Youโre such a romantic!
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Loved the thought behind this! This thing you’re talking about, is the simplest thing that could be achieved, yet somehow the hardest, isn’t it? ๐
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So true. Well put.
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