Good Morning For Her Poems | Examples
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Little thoughts and notes we write
A wish good morning, a kiss goodnight
Between us two, no one can see
Nor can by anyone perceive
Don't ever feel you have to say
Or put your heart out on display
To me, I'll love you anyway
Someday we will, someday, someday
.
she giggles
when i return home
she giggles
when we shower
she giggles
when i remind her
of ourn young
les raisons
quatre a dix sont
sont
enferme' dans mon
engramme
;)
What a time I had away
When I was with you every day
From "Good morning" to "Goodnight"
Then in my dreams you did excite
Now I confess I did pretend
That you were much more than a friend
My special girl you were for sure
I brought your latte, held the door
And in the moments by myself
I took my book from off the shelf
I read and lived it for that time
For in those moments you were mine
And if one day you ever are
My love for you will raise the bar
Sweep the cranny! Clear the nook!
There'll be no more need to have that book
Good morning my beauty, is today a day
When perhaps your path may cross my way?
Could there be a chance I'd see your face
Somehow somewhere? Sometime someplace?
When I spot you, desire starts to grow
And then my blood begins to flow
A rhythmic pulse throbs in my ears
Quickened heartrate, changing gears
From first to fifth without pause
I think of things, but that's because
The cat's meow is in the room
And when she is my heart's illume
Through my shirt you'll see it glow
But why is just for you to know
You strike the match, the fire lights
My dreams of fervent, sensuous nights
I want to be there when you wake
To be right by your side
To move your hair from off your face
And for your wants provide
A kiss for a good morning
I'd start there every day
Then play a folk song on guitar
So you in bed would stay
Morning romance? Possibly
You never plan these things
But that's the beauty of the dance
Of love and all it brings
The thrill of spontaneity
There's nothing can compare
Surprises seem to just appear
Like magic from thin air
For you I'd give the best of all
I've thought up to this time
I'd dig way down into my vault
Of thrills, ideas, and rhymes
I'd be your living poem
Every one I ever wrote
Would come alive before your eyes
Big snowstorms and red coats
Good morning pretty lady
I'm up before the sun
Brewing up some coffee
Thinking of the one
Who sat right near me yesterday
An unexpected gift
More time to see your beauty
And how my heart did lift
It made it's way right over
You didn't even see
My heart there on your shoulder
Sending love from me
You twirled your hair, you smiled lots
A lilac sweater, right?
I played for you with purpose
I'd do that day and night
If the time should ever come
To be your troubadour
I'd only want to be with you
I would want no more
I see us there together
Together as a team
And I would teach you the guitar
Just like in your dream
Good morning, morning, it's a brand new day
The sun is shining, I'm on my way
To writing brand new poetry
Just for you, no one else can see
Or know what's in my heart but you
It's open, you can see right through
And test the waters with your own
Mine's for you, it's not on loan
Sweet little bluebird
I love you so much
I pine for the day
When I'll feel your touch
Soothing, alluring
My senses alive
Calming, assuring
I'm 105
I'll fly out to Columbus
Let me think, maybe I'll just drive
Oh I'll take my time to get there
Via country roads, won't strive
Even though it might get lonely
Yet I'll pack a lunch for two
Or stop at roadside farm stands
Us, just without you
I woke up to the sunrise
The sunrise was your face
Imagine waking to that every day
A thought I do embrace
At first I thought it was a dream
I've had those kinds before
But when it didn't fade away
I knew it was for sure
My smile hasn't left me
I'm sitting on my chair
And looking out across the lake
In blissful trance I stare
Reality's a funny thing
I know that you're not here
But in my thoughts indeed you are
Your essence always near
So here and there throughout the day
At the picture I will look
Until it lives within the folds
Of your chapter in my memory book
Creaking floorboards whisper she is up.
I move to put the coffee on.
By the mirror in the hall,
I pause to fix my hair.
I want to look my best for her.
Two seeds, long-planted,
growing comfort, as clocks run down.