A warm coffee mug
A shot made of blue
A blanket gives a hug
A poem rings true
The day is long
You’d think I’d get a clue
My heart gives a tug
When I think of you
These poems get longer
Though the words stay the same
As I’m left to wonder
Why you’re so far away
Yet it’s still a good morning
It’s still a good day
Because you’ve read this poem
And know I’m not going away ;)

Just as the wolf needs the moon, to sing her sweet song
I need you, to feel I belong
Just as the flower needs the sun to make it grow
I need you, I need you to know
Know that you are important to me
More important than the waves that crash against the sand
On a summer beach in some distant land
I need you to know
That you are beautiful
One look at you and my world stops turning
I forget the trials and stress because your smile is disarming
I need you to know
That though this poem makes no sense
And I am always trying to keep you in suspense
That I am just some girl
Trying not to fall in love
But you make it so hard
You fit like a glove
Like a glove on my hand you fit me
A perfect match
I think most will agree
You are quite the catch
I don’t deserve you
You can do better
I haven’t got a clue
How I wrote you that first letter
But I wrote it from the heart
I meant every last word
An invite from a stray
Or possibly a nerd
Yet you replied anyway
I never would’ve thought
I’d be planning to meet you one day
The thought ties my stomach in a knot
This poem is getting long so I will end it soon
But first let me say
Good morning to you

Caw! Caw! Calls the crow on a crisp fall morning
Nevermore! Nevermore! Yells the ravens forewarning
The mist lifts into the air
As the sun begins to rise
The priests are sending up a prayer
Babies shouting out their cries
The dog down the street going bark! bark! bark!
The canary next door gives a little whistle
Out of the brush in a hurry ***** a swift lark
Away dashes a bunny, straight into the thistle
A squirrel chatters away
At a cat prowling close
Diving in, a daring jay
Caught by the cat, almost
Never was there a morning
So busy as this
To hear the birds all chirp and sing
To describe in a word…bliss