Morning Muse

It is true, without a doubt, 
you are my morning muse.
The inspiration that overflows
commanding me to pick up a pen
and record the momentos sinceros spent with you.

You make these words flow with ease
and simple lines
turn into epic poems
at the thought of you.
Nothing else seems to capture these rhymes
quite as effortlessly
as the curl of your smile,
the scent of your hair
and the touch of your hand 
as it caresses the back of my neck.

Nothing else renews this love affair with words
as the thought of your presence,
and nothing else cures
this perpetual writer’s block
as the subtle sound of your voice.
Making my chest reverberate 
with the rhythm of your step
and halting breath
with a gentle glance.

Nothing else.

Nothing else wakes me up at 7am
but the taste of sweet flowers 
from your lips
and the memories of hearty laughs
silly words
and crazy dreams shared with you.

Nothing else
conjures prose
quite like you.

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