Aubade

Let me
love your days
and crave
your lambent nights

Let me be
heat of the Sun
melting you
to a crescent moon

Let me grow
wildflowers once
in your barren field

and let me know for ever
your sweet aubade
will be sung for me

Took this picture from my balcony, a few days ago. I love sunrises. They bring so much hope, warmth and love.

There will be bad days but there are also good days. Sometimes you won’t feel so hopeful but trust me, good things are just around the corner. A sunset always comes with a promise of sunrise, asking you to try again!

7 thoughts on “Aubade

  1. Even the usual thoughts of love is intimate
    to the writer
    Even the unusual thoughts of love is intimate
    to the writer
    Even sex without love is intimate
    to the writer
    The writer writes about love
    the writer is the lover of love in intimate stages of love

    By: Van Prince

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