When my eyes and slumber are at war,
Struggling to cease the break of day
Her presence beside is all I yearn for,
And the lovely things she has to say.
Like that first sip of coffee at dawn,
Her kisses are my first wish for the day
My eyes search for her warmth after cold has gone,
Like the Earth awaits the darling buds of may
She is the conductor of the day’s harmony,
Having my circadian rhythm in sync with her
Like that first sip of coffee before the sun gazes on me,
Her voice is the first melody that I prefer
She is the first sip of coffee; the morning dew that quenches the leaves’ thirst,
She is the first sip of coffee; the joy that fills the air on december first.
Wordsbykenaniah 