In the quiet morning...
I long to wake you up.
The night brought quite a storm and,
We gave each other up.
In the fields of corn when,
We used to become one
In the brightest form then...
My world was basking in your sun.
In the quiet morning,
Is where you leave me be.
In the quiet morning...
I want you here with me.
Written: Sept 25, 2005
Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko
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