The Morning

The sun awoke me as usual

I miss the morning mist

Rediscovering your scent

Reveling in that first gentle kiss

Sounds of the ocean

Stir my memory banks

The happiest of times

Even now, giving thanks

Images of us

Frisky and unashamed

Burns as an eternal flame

Comforting me, now lamed

This morning is every morning

Alone with my recollection

The life we had replays

Love can be perfection


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