Freckled sun-kissed morning.
I awoke to dwell.
The beginning of the end.
The epilogue to a romance.
I marinate in silence.
I turn to see the outline of your face.
A tide wave that fade.
Your lips whose warm have whispered hers.
It’s time too for us to fade.
Morning came a golden shade.
A perfect hue for our simple adieu.
My kisses that wear upon you well
may they bring sweet joy to you.
Fare de well fair weathered