Warm and gentle- like the dew on crisp grass
He looked at me with a smile
As he ran his finger through my hair- and I dared to ask
What are you looking at?
I laughed through my words
Quiet and swift
"Nothing more than the most beautiful sunrise"
Where? There are no windows in this room
He just laughed and threw the blanket over our heads
Like a storm cloud snuffing out all the light
But still he insisted, pushing the hair from my face
Steady and strong like a soothing breeze
"You're my sunrise- the most perfect one God has ever blessed man with"
Sigh
"But selfishly I'll admit that I am the only one to cherish this mornings grace"