When the first line just 'comes' it almost always is about 'morning'. So analysing what is important about morning brings forth this.
In the morning I would wake
and turn to see her sleeping.
Her hair cascading all around
her peachy skin soft and smooth.
I would be drawn to kiss her lips
and wake her from a thousand dreams.
We would rise and start afresh:
A new adventure called 'a day'.
and in every single tiny way
it meant the world and life to me.
All mornings come to pass
and in the inbetween
their memory maintains,
as does the taste of kisses
as breakfast with ...
© Griffonner 2021
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2022-06-07 at 12:13
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