Every Morning

The goodness of your name,
The softness of your speech.
Every morning in your arms,
Like blankets to keep me warm.
The looks of the you in your sleep,
There is so much to admire.
The smoothness of your skin,
Sweetness, you, to look at you – privileged.
like a king in his kingdom.
Beauty so big as the landscape of the world,
Details of beauty everywhere.
In your arms there is the peace I seek.

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