I remember the way the sun rose,
Smiling to myself, as I dreamed,
Sparkling sand, a pleasant crunch beneath,
Frolicking waves with a shore to tease,
The morning breeze, whispers your name,
Hidden in a million songs,
The cuckoo seems to follow lead,
Taking my heart out of bounds,
From head to toe and every breath,
Screams for your presence to be felt,
To see the fire dance in your eyes,
Waiting for my marked life.
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