| Mornings with you | 6: 17 AM | Z | N |
Warm light coming from the window, the sound of our clock ticking at our bedside table and our soft breathing in the background as you stare at me with your hazel eyes.
Your eyes as blue as the sky and as boundless as the ocean with secrets behind them that I yet to learn. The sound of laughter coming outside from our next door neighbor’s kids makes me think of what life would be if we have our own.
Your soft touch as you caress my cheek with your fingers, the wordless admiration gives me warmth inside. As you lay your palm against my cheek with the gold band around your finger, I feel your silent promises coursing through it.
That rosy color on you reminds me of pink orchids I saw in my aunt’s garden when you spend the day with me and my family. I never thought this day would come when you took a walk with me in the garden, holding hands with secret smiles and loving eyes, I saw the daffodils I knew.
You’re the one for me and no one else would do