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So Long as the Sun doth Shine

So long as the Sun doth shine,

may Love, Peace and Joy be thine.

 

When clouds of loneliness gather, and thunderous silence roars;

It takes a painful flash of lightning sometimes

to see that you never were really alone.

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine –

You shall never have to walk

a single mile, all on your own.

 

When dusk draws close, and the draught gnaws at you,

you will still find light and warmth

in a swarm of fireflies.

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

so shall glow,

the light in your eyes.

 

So long as the Sun doth shine,

may her courage and might be thine.

 

Your pen mayn't yet have learnt to craft exquisite verses that rhyme

The lilt in your voice may stumble over a note;

failing to perfect the mellifluous dance.

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

You are beautiful just as you are, and

worthy of one more chance.

 

After the tides have turned, and all that you prized

have slipped through your fingers

like grains of sand;

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

trust me, there will be someone

who needs just you - your helping hand.

 

So long as the Sun doth shine,

may her silent beauty and generous love be thine.

 

Here in this battlefield where you fought your biggest wars,

shedding many a drop of blood; tomorrow -

yellow, pink and white, roses will bloom.

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

peace will be born of your suffering,

hope of despair, and joy of all gloom.

 

Grief will sneak in stealthily, and draw those dark blinds down

But look up, and you shall find someone at the door

with your kindness to return; with a little love to give.

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine –

Never will you be in want

of a reason to live.

 

So long as the Sun doth shine,

may the hope her rays unfurl, be thine.

 

Fall will wreck its way through your garden; 

spring - quietly as it came - will leave;

but on the vine by your windowsill

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

bright and green, gently fluttering,

there shall be one last leaf.

 

So long as the nightingale sings and the breeze plants a kiss on your cheek;

So long as your tears are wiped away; by downpours

from the skies up above

So long, milove, as the Sun doth shine -

You will always find yourself

surrounded by love.

 

So long as the Sun doth shine,

may all things good and benign, be thine.


The Tranquill Poet 🤍

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