I love you best in morning…
In that quiet hour
before the sun fully rises
and the shadows of the night
linger possessively;
as I lie motionless
beside you
watching
the seductive blush
of a new dawn
filtering slowly through
the frosted windowpane,
caressing you in those last
moments of sleep
with warm fingers of light.
It is in that
special time,
that magic time of morning
as I, too, caress you
with my eyes
and with my thoughts
that I love you
best
The Winter Bites My Bones 
Such a sweet loving poem. Really made me smile
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Absolutely precious.
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Perfect.
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I feel the love. Bet you got up in the morning to write it! Smile.
Hope you share it with the one you wrote it about. This is one of those ones~
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