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