Morning sunshine wakes me from my slumber,
The first thing I see is you,
The first things I touch, I feel, I hold...
Is you.

My heart sings with the warmth and joy, a melody of compassion,
A love that you have so generously bestowed upon this old soul,
A smile that fills my face, my eyes wide,
Capturing every beautiful detail of your face.

Sunbeams form rays to light your sleeping form,
Tickling your cheek, sparkling through your hair,
The first thing I reach for is you, caressing your cheek with the back of my fingers,
Brushing the hair from your eyes.

The first thing I smell is the enticing scent of a woman,
Peach blossoms and rose oil fill the air,
The first thing I kiss is your soft pouty lips; blushed and supple,
The first thing I see .... is you.