Good Morning

The sun between the blinds illuminates your face with gold,

Kiss your forehead,

See the sleepy corners of your mouth turn up in a smile

And hold you close once more

Before I put on the kettle and start the day.

I'm so fortunate to hold you, dear, I know --

You're so lovely --

And I want to pause life here:

Sunrise.

Warmth.

You.

But time moves on as it's apt to do,

And I must absorb this moment before it's gone

Because I promise, dear, I'm not the one you want.