Morning

The morning sun sparkles,
across the due grass,
the birds sing cheerfully,
across the bright pink sky,
the flowers open their colourful petals,
as a wet spider-web reveals itself in the morning sun.

the sun pushes it way through the closed curtains,
causing a glow across the bed,
where the most beautiful glow of all,
stirs with a contented smile,
giving me the most beautiful sense,
muttering I love you.

That is the most perfect morning,
to wake up next to you Stacey,
makes the morning,
afternoon,
and night
beautiful.

*wrote for me by my boyfriend troy. who asked me to submit it. comments please.