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Just past dawn's first breaking,
Green, and yet artistic leaves
Brush pinks and oranges
Onto a blue canvas
A gently flowing river of light
Gurgles through the window
To pool on the hardwood floor
And upon the bed where we still lay
I will stare at your peaceful face,
Dark hair spilling over your pillow,
For another little while
Putting off the day's labors gladly
Gently you stir, perhaps sensing
My eyes and my heart upon you
While thoughts stir my mind and my body
Memories of the passion we shared last night
What mighty surge of resolve
Will pull me from this reverie
It has yet to come upon me
So I watch in loving contemplation.
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