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Morning Glory

Morning Glory

 

Ask no more for my feature picture

You may compare me to a morning glory

I hold no beauty for the past or future

Now is my moment and all my story

 

Touch me, it’s so easy to lose

Mountains and rivers may go on and on

But life is here and then gone

I’m a morning glory, not a chinese rose

 

Hold me fast to your bosom

The moment i’m in blossom

Do not waste and wait for tomorrow

When nothing is left but sorrow

 

Take me to your heart and soul

Make this swift life whole

Be thy the nestling home for a journeying dove

The only eternity is found in love