A poem.
He winks through the pane
As immaculate and dazzling
Throwing a naughty dare
I have a demanding day today
Still loving the tranquil laze
Tryst with him never go waste
Look at him, he’s still being naughty
Just cannot tame or trade with him
He does not give in to allures
He is not a con man, not a lie
He never deludes, he never fails
He is the morning sun
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