The Morning

A shaft of sunlight pierces

The early morning and I,

Already awake, am left

Breathless, awestruck as it

Illuminates your peaceful features. 

You stir then, your eyes open,

And they are bright, 

Filled with the promise of a new day,

And a sleepy honesty. 

A smile lights up your face,

As the daybreak did only a moment ago,

So I return it and move in

To touch your lips on mine.

And we lay there for awhile,

Half awake as the sun rises,

Exchanging sweet words,

Sweet kisses,

Sweet embraces. 

And as grateful as I am to the sun,

For rising each morning,

I am more grateful for you,

And the light you bring to me.