It Could have Been

Opened the eye with your view, 

glorious and serene was the sight,

a touch of beauty and sweet surrender,

a lovely reminiscence that was the night.

The morning wasn't like that, but it could have been.

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The content heart with all its might,

and the angel that resides in thee thus,

smile that cushioned days of furore,

happiness in unison from dawn to dusk.

The glory wasn't like that but it could have been.

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Assuaging pleasure to the eyes,

feel of latent beauty galore,

each moment that compels the heart,

to marvel the scenic views in store.

The sight wasn't like that but it could have been.

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When bereft is thinking of sins of past,

each second of joy an aeon in time,

no uncertainities plaguing the soul,

all served to ears are sonorous chimes.

The story wasn't like that but it could have been.