nothing prepared me for this

when day comes, dawn with its hues 

I awake and look over at you 

morning sun playing songs I missed 

nothing ever prepared me for this 

I make the coffee as you stretch in bed 

shaking away dreams from your tousled head 

another day, a good morning kiss

nothing ever prepared me for this 

everyday, every night that we span

thanking God that I am where I am 

for love that shines, for this sweet bliss 

nothing ever prepared me for this

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License