The morning always comes too soon, <br />when you are locked in loves embrace <br />You much prefer the gentle moon <br /> to the suns bright shining face. <br />Which brings an end to your delight <br />When you are locked in loves embrace. <br />You can’t compare the soft dark night <br /> to the suns bright shining face. <br />You can’t compare the soft dark night <br />with the birth of a new day. <br />Which brings an end to your delight <br />but can’t command the night to stay. <br />With the birth of a new day <br /> you have to rise reluctantly. <br />When you are locked in loves embrace. <br />The morning always comes too soon. <br /> <br />4-May-08 <br /> <br />Pantoum <br /> <br />http: //blog my space.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-always-comes-too-soon/
