By K.T. McGivens
Oh love, to wake beside you against the morning light! To see its rays upon you engulfs me in delight. I spend the morning listening to every breath you take. And whisper, soft, those vows of love that only lovers make. Despite the night’s cold frankness, I’m warmly quite aware, that peace, at last, lives in my heart for my reaching finds you there. I lean and touch you softly, not to wake you before time. But long to take you in my arms, convincing me you’re mine. If I be but a pauper, I’d still be rich, you’d see. For I have you to wake beside, and no greater wealth can be.
