You fill my mornings,
Warm, slow and sweet.
Eyelashes rise, opening,
Awakened by your sunshine kiss.
Your eyes are the morning sky:
Full of colors, clean and new,
Rising to a brand new day.
Fresh breeze on my cheeks,
Sunbeam fingers through my hair.
Your smile warms me,
And pulls me out of my sleep.
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