Early Riser

Senses awaken, faint hint of love unmistaken
Crumpled bedsheets, almost innocent white
Scents that remind, with thoughts intertwined

Pale dawn slowly creeping, while I half sleeping
Through soft lit dust on Venetian shades
Half read books lay strewn, around this room

Nowhere to be, eyes open slowly to see
You, soft breathing, hair loosely cascading
Beside you I am free, so where else could I be?

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