A morning's reflection

I usually awaken first, while the room is still dark

and the audacious sun's light hasn't yet disturbed our peaceful nest.

And though she is unaware, I bask in the tranquility of the moment

and softly look at her; gently breathe her in, because her sweet orchid scent

fills the blankets and pillows and surround me as though im walking in a field of wild flowers.

And I wonder, how lucky am I, to have found this perfect angel, and to be loved such as she

As much on the inside as on the outside.

Has there ever in the history of the world been someone such as she

Everyone knows she's beautiful, 

but they never get the chance to see her as I do

for even in the darkness of the early morning,

the soft glow  that envelops her,

is but a fraction of the light that emanates from her goodness

and her words sound like music, that old favorite song

that soothes whatever wounds the world delivers

It is in these moments that I gather the strength to face the day

And to fight against the madness that the world readily brings

Armed with the knowledge that while on this planet,

In this brief and bitter existence

I am blessed, truly blessed to share it with her.  

Reviews

[ShaunMosley]

Your writing is so beautiful, Shaun ... I can visualize your words!