Evening time has gone on telling:
At dawn are You coming, Love.
E'en before seeing, welcome I proclaim;
E'en before coming, take my reverent salutation.
Flowers, they are all requesting;
Petals dance with honey.
They've ignored joy and grief,
Just thinking 'bout You, hey Esteemed One.
Calling, she is rising, a bird of daybreak;
Melody has she practiced, all night awake.
Of love songs nothing pending does remain;
Please brighten mind with crimson color.
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I can hardly wait to welcome You.
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