Every sky's a brand new
sky,
Uncanny once again;
And every kiss, a brand new kiss,
New won, no matter when. And every love, a brand new love,
New cherished every day;
Though lips and heart may slowly age,
The awe-struck boy will stay. And I will vow again to love
You each day of my life,
As though each morning were the first
We rose as man and wife. Just as a meadow
washed by rain
Is relit by the dawn,
Just so our love, as we grow old,
Will each day be reborn. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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