She descended the stairs Hair matted sleep in her eyes, Cup of coffee toast and marmalade please she cries, Wearing her baggy cardigan Night dress crumpled with stains, No teeth in her mouth morning breath Reminders of recently blocked drains, To say the least she doesn't look Her very best, There again I'm a little shoddy In my under pants and string vest, How we look in the morning to others we would not share, Our love for each other has no bounds just shows that we care. Love is affection not perfection.