Morning

As bright as morning she is
And as pure as the dew;
As smooth as the sunlight
And as soft as the breeze.


She was an unknown till yesterday
An angel of my visions,
Now, she is an intimate person
Of sweet gentle voices.


And I wait for another evening
When Morning appears to me;
Keeping an admiration in my heart
Of this cute heavenly creation.



-- EC1, T1