Alois Kolb (1875-1942), ‘Freya’, ’’Jugend’’, 1905

It’s your day, again, Love.

Did you think I’d forget?

I love you more than I’d

Like to admit.

You’re all I care to think of today.

Your beauty is there for the world,

On display.

By Morning, you’re Lucifer,

By night, you’re my date.

I better get ready now.

Don’t want to be late.

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