As you wake upon your pillow, I tempt a bashful stare, With a blossomed heart of contentment Your vision holds like a snare. With the Sun glistening through the linen curtains, the mist tendrils begin to lift and rise, It's warmth encapsulates the room, and places a ray upon your eyes, Waking with the world that you inhabit, you stretch and roar in place, Even in the morning you smell like an angel with a sultry fragrance filled with grace. I can now go on, my task is done, completeness fills my soul, I've seen my lover rise today, I am happy and I am whole.
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