Was it the morning when I saw your face?

no – sunset came a’wand’ring with your tread,

denying plain a sunlight thrown in place

when you my, I your noticings had read.

The warmth unphysical drawn from your sight

perhaps in unintention had such shine,

yet in that instant, burdened with that light,

my eyes directly found a happy line.

What burden could this present station be,

that I would shirk these sights unsatisfied;

what awful weight could fall full-force on me

that such a vision damned would be espied?

If life will give me visions such as these

it would be folly to be not well-pleased.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About a situation highly liked the one it seems to be about.

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