Morning Calls
Morning calls as her spinet notes hum
a heated Fur Elise with many rays of love
dancing drops of glory beat upon a song
inside my painted dreams I sing along
Gentle thoughts float as I arise
longing toward such soothing eyes
wafts of honeysuckle fill the air
a precious smile for you are there
As day breaks and we take a pause
enjoy all her beauty without a cause
my hand rests upon her placid cheek
for another love I shan't ever seek
|