As a new day dawns, that golden orb quietly rising to awaken the earth,
my love for you receives life anew, a completely fresh rebirth.
When the day rests her golden head upon the horizon’s tangerine shoulder,
my love for you becomes a dream, more vivid and shamelessly bolder.
Day becomes night; night becomes day, and so the rotations of life are wrought,
but my love for you wanes not, nor lessened is each memory and thought.