First In the Shower

My love, she welcomes each day with a smile, wide Shamelessly stretching, breathing in the morning air Exposing her beauty, innocently; nothing ever to hide With beauty of the angels, the only way to compare Her smile broadens as she sees her lover pass Leaving doubt to this one, what is on her mind She has a look of love, my heart now beating fast Her eyes now wander, seeming wanting to find She speaks, with a voice of a singer, singing out loud Calling out to the one, the lover, there, in her favor I, knowing my place, am about to climb on her cloud To be her morning selection, that which she savors But she, just smiles as she rises and runs to the shower Laughing, because I am now second, I lost to her power.