Sunday Mornings

Good morning my sweet,

Rub the sleep from your eyes.

Curl up beside me, hold me close.

Listen to all the beauty outside.

Birds chirp happily,

flying through the branches,

The wind softly blows,

The leaves rustling about.

Hold me close, hug me tight,

As I drift back to sleep in your arms.

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