.57. Good Morning

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With the beautiful morning rays
I come to wake you up
With poems in my heart
And holding a tea cup

I see you lying there
Drowned in your dreams
I wonder if I'm there
Fooling in your dreams

As those rays hit your face
You blink a couple of times
In that innocent sweet moment
You make me forget my rhymes

I still recite them all
Whisper them in your ears
You don't utter a word
But I notice your happy tears

Before you open your eyes
You wrap your arms around my neck
Pulling me close to you
You give me a little peck

I could hear your heart beat
I could feel your rising breath
That smile on your fave
Is precious than any wealth

Good morning dear...

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