This morn I wake with a strength supreme,
Catching in a tea cup God's spirit; his beam,
She lies by my side, her face is aglow,
A dimple on the wake side did slowly show.
A cuppa of morning awaits her, alongside
Beaming in joys, restraint can't hide,
Why would she pick me, this angel of mine?
What fortune does lead one to such a morn sublime?
The rays light her back, and an iridescent small,
Heavens bless the moment when in love I did fall,
For a morn of this amazement, I care not the price-
My shed tear, a wry smile or a small sacrifice.
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