In a few hours, the sun will crest over the eastern sky, greeting you with another morning.
The day will steal you from me, welcoming you as the rays surely falling across your cheeks as you drive into work.
But now, before the dawn, as I savor the fragrance of your presence, I am in heaven.
If only I could pause the sky, letting the horizon slumber for a few more moments; then I could linger in this place where you rest with me.
But my fateful efforts to fight the dawn are in vain, and I am left to simply whisper, "good morning."