The Dawn of Our Hearts
The pallid gold of morn creeps through the blind,
To touch the shadow where thy form doth rest;
A rosy hue upon thy lip is pressed,
Leaving the clamor of the world behind.
Thou sleepest still; I watch with gaze intent,
Enshrouded in the linen’s warmth and fold.
Time halts his flight, brilliant and uncontrolled,
To linger where our spirits are content.
The scent of coffee rises on the air,
As sunlight floods the chamber with its grace.
Thy sigh is sweet, bringing a soft embrace,
O blessed wake, O love beyond compare!
Thy lashes flutter, chasing dreams away,
A dawning smile illumines all the room.
I whisper soft, dispelling morning’s gloom:
“Good morning, love, upon this glorious day.”
This verse seeks to immortalize that fleeting, sacred moment between sleep and wakefulness. It is a testament to the quiet power of domestic bliss, reminding us that the simple act of greeting the day together is the highest form of romance, worthy of the Victorian masters.
