I saw her as the morning fog
Began to slip away
From ’round my sleep-enladen eyes,
Beginning a new day.
She smiled and gently reached her hand
Out towards me where I lay.
I reached for her and tried to speak,
But knew not what to say.
I touched her hand and felt her warmth
Surround me like a glove,
Then each of us smiled lightly as
We shared our morning love.
Feb. 22, 1982
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