Greet The Morning Sun

The sun has not yet touched the sky,
With the warmth of its morning ray.
Yet, the glow of your abiding love,
Urges me to start the day.

I seek out your loving touch,
With every waking dream.
I ache to hold you tightly,
And see your smile beam.

The chorus of your ecstasy,
becomes my sole desire.
As grows within my very soul,
Loves deep and burning fire.

Our bodies born but separate,
Deeply, warmly merge.
Bringing comfort, warmth and love,
To anticipation's verge.

The height of love and ecstasy,
Achieved together now.
As we hold each other completely,
In love's unending vow.

We outshine the very sun,
As we bask in after glow.
The morning has come quietly,
But with passion does it go. 

Reviews

[Nicola Farren]

I really loved this poem.The way you compared your love to that of the burning sun in the sky and as it rises so does 'The height of love and ecstasy' x

[rnuff]

Wonderful read. i totally love this write.
Positive and inspiring

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and positive poem of love. Strong description led readers to good places and desires. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Seems to be one of my better works. Good work flows easily from great inspiration.

[Soul Fire]

So wonderful and beautiful. Great flow, and rhyme. So lovely. Excellent work :D

[PoemsbyPatrick]

A pleasure to write. A pleasure period. Fond memories result in strong meaning.

[Soul Fire]

:D very nice

[Trini]

I love it! Your description artisticaly draws out an image of passion and awakening. Well done!

[PoemsbyPatrick]

We all must have some passion in our lives. This describes just a small glimpse of the passion in my soul. A very important part of me. I hope that you too can find the pleasure of this type of passion.

[mandy]

sweet!! i loved it..your description of the love act is perfect.

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Oh it was perfect, in many ways. :-) Glad that I could capture it in a meaningful way.

[JayBird]

I really enjoy the last stanza, but I was wondering if "The morning has come quietly, But with passion does it go" is supposed to be a question, or if I am simply not reading it correctly? It was a beautiful poem though, thank you for sharing it.

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Not intended as a question, but a statement. The morning comes in quietly and leaves with passion. I am glad you enjoyed this writing.