Morning Love :)

Some days you're sitting in the chair
With very ordinary air
Caught in conversation there
I go to make some tea...

Then every little step I take
I feel my foot roll on the floor
And hear the gentle noise it makes
Mix as your voice falls through the door
Into most ecstatic song
Of quiet sounds my heart adores
And silent smiles sit on my face;
Everything is in its place

Morning Love:)

The End

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