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Love has become a splendid thing, I love you
Interchanging your soul, our souls in the fog
Of morning drizzling like joy upon the grass.
I will awake this morning, I know I shall
When I am awaken I will sing with you
I am singing for you, I know that I am
All the poems that like fresh mountain springs
Come into my heart trickling soft and slow
And pure, and clean, but above all fresh
Very fresh the scent of your nakedness, your smile
As your eyes open into my eyes looking at you
Telling you in every language and tone I love you
You will remember our lives forever wrapped
In the heart of a morning, and you will sing too
Rinsing, washing, cleansing, until our days are pure
Of yesterday's hard memories, of dark longings
And conditions that predisposed our former misery.
Roan is the color of the horse in my heart
Galloping madly to meet your gallop in the pass.
I love you, I love you, I love you, again and again
The heart will say because it cannot speak eternity.
Man speak of love then with so much vanity
Knowing that evening comes leaving a mound in the yard
The place where every grass is scraped away like a bruised knee
O darling the dream is tomorrow, memory is tomorrow
But love, our love, is for always, for all mornings
Filled with singing:
Listen to birds breaking out in chorus
Listen to bees in perfect rhythm keeping beat
With the harmony of trees, and the alto of tides
Listen, listen I say to the rivers rushing
Up the scale. Morning is like a tree laden with love
I sing it to you forever, forever, forever, I love you.