Your brain knows the 7 alarms will soon ring But body wants every sleepy second reserved, So I kiss your hair, de curled at my request, And you compromise by head resting On my abdomen, which makes me chuckle/write, For my body parts I thus rename, You rest you head currently Uponyourman, Unaware that I am penning this Gift to our oneheart
6:53 am
3rd poem of the day. 3 per hour. X 24 hrs. X 365 days =