Though morning sunlight is lovely
And perfect, it never poses
Any threat to beauty such as
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.
Though the music may be lovely
When a songwriter composes,
His melodies could not describe
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.
Though I must die, I fear not, for
I know heaven never closes
It’s gates to loveliness such as
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.
Sept. 25, 1981
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