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Morning Glory

The rich smell of fresh coffee,

curling in the air while it slowly

awakens your senses.

The halo of your bedhead mane,

wild untamed hair spreading

across the covers.

The rose gold of the dawn slanting

through the window, casting

its illumination cross your form.

The smile as you pass from dreams

to the even more phenomenal real

world of our life.

These are the moments of beauty

that inspire my joy

my dear.

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