Morning Kiss

The sweet kiss of morning falls gentle on the lips of my dream.

She stirs but a little, but then smiles as my hands caress her form

which lies beneath fresh laundered sheets.

The window fan emits a soft and gentle hum,

And the song birds outside with sweet joy sing.

Summer has now escaped us on our calendar of perpetual time,

yet the fall of our mornings youth this day so did shine.

With her golden tresses woven tight around the girth of my arm,

I am helpless as she brings me to my knees with all her southern charm.

For in all these years, with so many summers gone past,

She, my sweet Leah has shown unto me that true love does indeed last.

I once thought that love was fickle and fleeting at best,

but she showed me that I was wrong

and that to my weary heart, I could at last give rest.

For she is my sweet kiss, and she is my dream,

and we shall forever abide….

J. Allen Wilson © Nine 2006

[6] Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.

Matthew 19:6