a kiss from you on my forehead,
and then my shoulders,
as my blonde hair falls beautifully over my neck,
i can feel your hand, softly intertwined with mine,
as the smell of coffee fills the air,
i know i am home,
music starts to fill my ears,
and my sleepy eyes open
to find you at my side,
and our dog,
waiting impatiently for his morning walk,
cups of coffee and a kitchen table,
with the paper and the latest overnight blog update,
sitting, calling for my attention,
as i laugh at my morning routine,
and you stare at me quietly in admiration,
empty cups, and lingering aromas,
leash in one hand,
yours in the other,
as the three of us take
our morning walk...
and talk of the days
and countless perfect mornings to come...
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