Poem -

SUNDAY MORNING LOVE

 
Arise my love the morning awaits you and so do I
The night is long gone and sleep had its course 

You look so beautiful laying there
With your long black hair enhancing the silk sheets 
I can't help but stare at your loveliness 

A part of me hates to disturb your quietness 
But O my heart long to embrace your smile
And my ear is unhappy without the sound of your voice 

It's Sunday morning and then dew is still on the grass 
The streets are quiet and I can hear each breath that you take 
I am so happy that God has kept you alive, I am blessed 

You are as beautiful as the sun awaking from its rest 
Breathtaking as a pitching star
And calmly as a dove
You are my Sunday morning love.

Wilford Barker.
 

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