Early Morn in Love's Arms
Slowly the sun rises.
The gentle and mild blues an blacks
slowly fade,
fade into warm ambers and golds.
The rays of soft yellow,
slowly stretch their long arms
to embrace the world.
The sky seems to smile.
The first sound is the rooster's crow.
The soft, distant tweet of a robin sounds.
The air smells sweet,
and as the warm sun
touches my face,
waking me.
I smile and turn my head
to watch you sleep,
sleep so peacefully
in the earliest rays of sun.
I think, just one,
one more minute,
to savor such a perfect morn.
Another from my book.
The gentle and mild blues an blacks
slowly fade,
fade into warm ambers and golds.
The rays of soft yellow,
slowly stretch their long arms
to embrace the world.
The sky seems to smile.
The first sound is the rooster's crow.
The soft, distant tweet of a robin sounds.
The air smells sweet,
and as the warm sun
touches my face,
waking me.
I smile and turn my head
to watch you sleep,
sleep so peacefully
in the earliest rays of sun.
I think, just one,
one more minute,
to savor such a perfect morn.
Another from my book.
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