Love bids the day, to rise.
Some times, she takes the morning air
And rubs it till it’s smooth and warm
Caresses carried, unaware
Upon her breath, they gently form
My sleep she breaks, my day is born
Enwrapped, enriched, encompassed by
Perfume, so delicately worn
My sunrise vision stirs my eye
Reveille rises from dark night
Her aura, shining as a God.
But lo, hands round my neck, grow tight..
“Wake up you useless, lazy sod!â€Â
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