As you lay in bed still sleeping,
Into the room your grace is seeping.
I'm bathed in warmth with your radiant glow.
The wonderful glow where troubles are forgotten,
and sadness is verboten.
You start to wake ,
your muscles take their time in mornigs first stretching.
My heart is busy radiance catching.
Your sensous form, my heart it warms
It is all I can do
to not run to you,
to hold you tight ,
end your night.
So I gather the feeling of warmth and grace
and run from the space,
and try to place on paper
the wonder of the morning.
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