In earliest morning I think of you,
Then the shyness of smiles crosses my face.
I dream of you often, it is what I do,
Longing to be with you, in this same place.
Lately at night, I have such dreams of you
Waking me in these early morning hours.
Thusly, I quickly pen a poem or two
Awaiting such a sweet time that is ours.
As the sun lifts its gentle head on high
My visions of you always make me smile.
Enjoying moments, never asking why,
Going now to you, then, after awhile
The morning's memories always do bring
Such a wonderful glow, my heart does sing.

07/22/2009

Author's Note: ... I love the writing of sonnets.....

Posted on 07/22/2009
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