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Before the Morning Comes

by Shola Balogun

Before the morning comes
I long to hold you in my arms and tell
All about your grace and her sums
I truly mark well.

In your eyes I read as fair,
Not only what you in fancy quote
And in fancy spare
But also the fault you really loathe.

I think of you still
Even when in your heart you name nil
All my goodly wits

Whose ardour through you, my Shepherdess
Touches both the earthly and heavenly seats.

Our love surpasses what the mortals can see.

Copyright © 2017 by Shola Balogun

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