You're a good morning. 
You're the earliest sunlight
filtering through the shades,
just bright enough
to wake me gently. 
You are early morning dew,
the smallest water droplets
hanging fragile on the surface
of everything. 
You are the rustle
of blankets as I stretch
the first long movement
of the day
You're rolling over
to see the face
that brings an instant smile
to mine. 
And I never thought I'd learn
to love waking up,
And I never intended to love you
so deeply, so quickly. 
But you, baby,
You're a good morning.