The morning sun sparkles,
across the duey grass,
The birds sing cheerfully,
across the bright pink sky,
The flowers open their colorful petals,
as a wet spider web reveals it's self in the morning sun,
The sun pushes it's way through the closed curtains,
Causing the glow across the bedclothes,
Where the most beautiful glow of all
stirs with a contented smile,
giving me the most beautiful sense,
muttering "i love you",
And that is the most perfect morning,
To wake up next to you, Stacey
Makes the morning, afternoon and evening beautiful.
