You are a morning bird. First thing I see at dawn is your face, and I need not a word.
Good morning does not do the moment well. The light in your eyes is my sunrise.
Your voice, a bird’s song. I need not the scent of the early morning dew.
I nuzzle your neck getting next to you. And breath you in, the first thing I smell.
You are the morning bird. You flew away with my heart.
© Copyright, Jonathan T R Franklin 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on May 5, 2015
Photo Credit: Pixabay/Public Domain/Royalty Free Photos
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