I don't sleep much. I touch the morning sky, then sigh on my pillow. The willow tree sees me and bids me good morn. Soon the sun will light the sky and I shall rise to meet the day. "Say, would you like to share your day with me?" I ask. She is my love, my life. She is my wife and has my heart. I give her first a hug, then a kiss. I do not miss the chance to excite myself with her beauty, a gift from every time my eyes rest on her pulchritude. My attitude is this: I am blessed to have her. I am a lucky man, you understand? We make love as the sky turns light blue, soothes our souls, but satifies our lust for one another, a must for those in love in the morning hours, and then forevermore.