Mornings beside her.
Ringed in aroma of delicate white gardenia,
Sun rays appears to alarm me a bit,
I wish to have a certain panacea,
"So that this moment stops in time" - My heart commits.
Sunlight here adds on to her glow,
Her cheeks are red as if it's snow,
Kissing her cheeks, I whispered " Good Morning ",
She opened her eyes as if aborning.
She is subtle with her deep blue eyes,
I am fortunate for this blessing in disguise,
She leaned with head on my shoulder,
And suddenly air seems a bit colder.
She slipped her hairs behind her ear,
Then made a pony with an ordinary gear,
Leaning on she reached for her specs,
Her hairs smelled strawberry and I feel hexed.
Watching her leaving bed brings me sorrow,
A bit more cuddle is what I wish to borrow,
And sometimes my wish do come true,
When she wraps herself in my arm and we become one rather than two.