Morning flowers

*Morning flowers*

In the morning's hush, soft light unfurls,

Casting golden rays on a waking world.

Beside me, love, you lie serene,

Eyes still closed, caught in dreams unseen.

Your breath, a rhythm, soft and slow,

Matches the dawn’s warm, gentle glow.

I trace your face, so calm, so fair,

As sunlit fingers play with your hair.

A kiss upon your brow I lay,

To greet you with the new-born day.

You stir, then smile, eyes open wide,

And pull me closer to your side.

The world outside fades to gray;

All that matters is here, we say.

In quiet whispers, soft and true,

I vow each morning to cherish you.

In the dance of dawn, our spirits blend,

Two souls that love with no end.

With every sunrise, our hearts renew—

A lifetime of mornings, all with you.

With fingers laced, we greet the sun,

Two hearts bound tight, forever one.

The warmth of morning, pure and sweet,

Like secrets shared in whispers neat.

Your laughter, soft as morning mist,

Falls on my heart, a gentle twist.

Each glance, each touch, a spark anew,

In dawn’s embrace, I’m lost in you.

No riches sought, no treasures sought,

For here, in you, all joy is caught.

Each day begins, my dream come true—

Another morning, wrapped in you.

*Pankajkumar Thombare*