Morning Light
The light was the same this morning.It's the first, white kind
That wanders through the curtains,
As if it forgot exactly where it was going.
It's that pure kind,
Falling over your skin,
Slowly waking it.
It makes your hair lighter and more brilliant,
To match your eyes.
We stayed up all night.
We talked and kissed and I read to you,
Until that light came.
We slept for a few hours
(One must be rested for church),
You got up and showered,
Did you not?
I don't know...
All I can remember is waking up to your face
In that beautiful, beautiful light,
And receiving a kiss
(Grinning at the fact you had already brushed your teeth).
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