Your loveliness faded with the morning.
At first sight, this may seem strange. Why should it?
The daybreak, with its blaring rays of sun,
Perturbed, with its sudden glare, our idyll:
The twilight just before impatient dawn,
When your beauty had attained perfection.
Illumination disarranged the mix,
Removing the refinement of the dark.
Will we see again this rare conjunction?
Who knows? One day, surely. Until that time,
Your matchless daytime countenance holds sway;
A refugee from your pre-dawn display.