The Lovers

The morning sun crests the auburn sky, The green grass glistens with dew; The lover sits and ponders why, should give the heart for True; And when the sun looms high, The morning dew be gone; The lover bids the heart to sigh, should two become as one; The sun to set in yonder west, as dusk the moon shall rise; The lover seeks to find the best, untainted heart, to tell no lies; The stars have scattered in the sky, The moon has settled in; The Lover waits and begins to cry, for fear they will not win; And soon the night be done, and the morning crests again; The Lover sees that special one, And happiness sets in; The sun will set and rise, and the tides will ebb and flow; And the Lovers be together wise, Until there breath doeth go.