There was a Moment most Mornings
Where He would wake
In a Hazy Glow of a Dizzying Dream
World where Fourteenth Chances
Allowed her Now Long Hair
to Flow from her Face and
Spill down over her White Wedding Dress,
While Her Blue Eyes beamed,
Again, And Her Smile
Freed Itself to Stand Next
to Him
Forever
In a Morning Daydream.
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