Beauty, and The Wonder of loving it

The glistening down
Dusk
Thinly clouded westside
Fall
Sun setting to rise
In worlds away and beyond
Orange flatters grey clouds
Strokes of the rosy rays
On my cold skin play
In me
Invokes
Sound wonder and Raw marvel
At the golden shine
Horizon
Of a glorious Sun down.

So, you may not be all that I wished for
But you have provided all that I needed
And so much more
You may not be up to the pristine wishes
Of my faulty fancies
But you have been more than 
A fulfilling reality
And for you my love I give.

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