“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
Emily Dickinson
I was never a morning person
Until you came into
My life
And taught me the joy
Of waking in
Your arms,
Of listening to your heartbeat
Beneath my ear,
Of feeling your warmth
Snuggled protectively
Against my body.
I never knew how
Cherished I would feel
When we made love
Tenderly and without haste
In the first pink light of day,
Whispering our devotion
To one another
With murmured words
And shared caresses.
Now my days begin
With a smile
And a sigh,
For I know
How much you love me...
As much as I
Love you.
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
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