I hold on tight, until I smell her perfect stench drag across my unkept upper lip. She always makes my day better, when she, waits for me to make my mind up. I sometimes take her for granted, but she knows I'm loyal. You see, we have a good thing going, like mrs. Jones; she understands me. I wasn't always loyal to her, sometimes I would run the streets loud enough for her to recognize the cadence of my foot steps. I played games with her heart, only to be caught off-guard by her beauty, which shines bright reflecting light off of my review mirror. I'm a better man these days, we serenade each other until she eventually gives up. I great my morning with a hello, because I use to sleep through you. I was embarrassed to let you see me draped in garments from that night before I started to love you. I enjoy you morning. We share coffee on the porch like lovers. I read books instead of drunk message, while you embrace me with your wonder. I must say I love my mornings the right way.