Evermore

Awash in the morning tide,
So swift the hours they glide;
Watching life deep at play,
Your voice sweetens every day.

Abroad in the midday sun,
Wonders waiting to be won;
Hearts opened by desire,
Why quench this thirsting fire?

At rest in the moonlit bed,
Memories blaze, whetted, wed;
The give and take by firelight,
Your smile cries through the night.

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