I love the way I see you in the morning.
Your face as pure and unpainted
The pain from the morning distress
The lines from the linens pressed
Unsightly and not presentable is false
Real and my companion for life
I can see the smiles and the laughter
Mixed in the blahs of morning after
You are a soul mate that refreshes me
When I really would rather shut down
You nourish me with a great song
One that I take with me all day long.
by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs
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