Midnight Sun
A cigarette has to work
For it to be smoked,
A beer has to toil for
It to be drank.
Love has got to show
For it to be loved,
Wisdom has to have room
For it to settle.
I don't have the luxury of thinking.
If my eyes can't show me
How beautifully made I am,
To perfect proportion and order,
Then I turn my eyes into a mirror,
I see the wondrous work
God has worked in me,
I have a beautiful midnight sun,
The kind of woman
Who never sets in the dark
Of night,
I love that babylaugh of yours.
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