Your Waking Face
I cry a little
each daybreak,
but it's never
out of sorrow.
It's because
I see you,
unmasked,
and I'm always
grateful
to the morning sun.
It illuminates
and kisses
your face
with its bright rays.
Your naked face,
a work of art;
the first thing
I see
as I'm rising
at dawn.
A beautiful face,
always smiling
back at me.
Date written: 08/24/2019
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