Bittersweet

Bittersweet is the night’s coming.

For it signals the end of day.

Though day is brightly stunning

Night is special in its own way.

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I hear your gentle footstep

In the growing darkness of the night

I turn to look back

But you always remain out of sight.

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I long to hear my name

Whispered upon your lips

But I know that it’s in vain

To wish for a kiss.

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To feel your touch

Upon my skin

My heart would burst

From the love within.

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Bittersweet is the nights coming.

For it signals the end of day.

But is it not a new beginning?

A time for children to play?