Heavenly Mornings
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I slowly become aware of Sunlight on my face and the soft tangle of blankets. Still too far lost in sleep To move or speak, I feel your gentle touch as you pull the covers around me. Your loving gesture touches every part of me, And each time you do it The wondrous feeling is the same. Silently I treasure the moments, And the joy of knowing That my first move will be into your arms. The world waiting outside is so much less than gentle. But for these morning moments, We have each other And our own bit of heaven... ~Lee Ann Ziola |
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