As of late the light's been low
and it's depart has made you glow,
as oceans burn against the dawn
your ember grows as day is gone
and brings to life the night anew
with dancing flame that flows for you.
Without a sun to show some fault
the dusk, your visage there exalts
with what little light remains of worth
to blend your face with sky and earth
and grace an image not yet of you,
but still a heart that mine love true.
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