Why Do I Rise?

The slant of the sun rays cutting through trees

This is good morning to me

 

The simmering sound of sweet meats and steam

This is good morning to me

 

But the way that her hair falls and cascades off her shoulder

The way that her lips curl, the heat of her smolder

The beautiful way that her skin’s growing older

This is what matters to me

 

The beautiful thought that our love’s growing older

This is what matters to me

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