A Morning with You, My Love
One early morn,
In the wee hours,
As the dew dropped on the moonflowers,
I awoke and beheld thy sleeping eyes,
As the night sang to you it's lullabies.
I pray i hear no greater sound
Then to hear the sigh of my Love,
To whom i am bound.
If there be a sound for dawn
It could sound no sweeter than when you yawn.
And it shames the Sun at it's rise
When compared to the waking of thy eyes.
There is not much more joy greater than this:
When you awaken and give me the day's first kiss!
-Lisa Ely
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