Like Airborne Angels, At The Cusp Of Night

Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew gardens full of summer love, sweet romance here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new like the morning sun when it starts to dance Aborning sunlight cortef hours .... loved, like the pied colors of a rainbow burst. glancing tinted shades two petals englobed to the loving hands of time, we come first. Inside this garden youthful hours of truth reborn like the seasons we live nonetheless despite of the winter mulched in vermouth we pair up nicely, ... to nature's headdress Morning blushes her cheeks and we turn right, like airborne angels, at the cusp of night.