The radiant golden sun begins to peek over the horizon and illuminate the morning sky, but I can't take my eyes off of you
The way your disheveled honey locks fall in your face
The way your chest rises and falls with each breath, like an ocean wave crashing against the shore
The sun's rays begin to light up the room, causing you to groan and open your eyes
Your raspy voice murmurs "good morning," as you brush a piece of hair from my face
Your bright emerald eyes are staring into my deep blue ones, and I feel warm inside like a morning brew
The mornings spent with you, my dear, are mornings well spent