The morning sun mantles
the ivy-twined house
Her face meets his warmth
and yet is still too early
for the piecing shards
to lance her umber orbs
Her craving lips part to
drink in all his affection
The lone house shimmers
in the sun-poured adoration
Simply beautiful
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Thanks! It’s inspired by my morning sunshine. 😊
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