Awaken me in shades of pink,
To the warmth of your blush—  
Let’s fill these empty spaces
With our sleepy morning smiles.  
The taste of morning; you devouring
The entire world with your loud,
Yet delightful yawns.  

Do I cherish as deeply as
A flower does, on who plucks it?  
A pretty thing – I’m pretty sure
We all love to be picked out
First from the bouquet.
Share with me the moment you’re
Savouring on; caught in the fleeting
Seconds lingering on your lips.  
It must have been
A delightful little brunch.  

Wasn’t that where our paths first crossed?
My memory isn’t  as sharp as it once
Was, to recall all we shared.  
That empty plate was merely a canvas
For your affection; you nourished me
Well, as a true friend.