In the pre dawn dark
I inhale the fragrant aroma
Of the fresh brewing coffee.
You walk up behind me
And hug me from behind,
I am so lost in the smell of the coffee,
And you, I give praise for all I have.
Your love,
On this early Saturday morning,
Is a blessed miracle.
You sit next to me,
And we share the first cup together,
Looking into each others eyes
Through the slow rising steam vapor,
Inhaling the particles of roasted beans,
And fragrant oils.
Together, with you
I cannot express the contentment I feel,
Just having you near.
It's clear, you mean the earth to me.
Every Saturday morning shared with you,
Is a sneak peak of heaven.
And as the sun rises, we will bask together in its glory.