Sunrise over Coffee

I’ve held everything a gentle man could pray for.
The beautiful of beautiful children.
The words I’ve won and lost.

And then came you.
You are the sunrise of my coffee.
You are the thoughts of my twilight time.
You are the tears of joy that run down my nose.

You are the Reward for what good I have done,
and the Solace for all that was wrong.

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