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A new day has dawned,
and the sun's on its rise.
The stars fade elegantly,
while the night ebbs away.


Submitted:Nov 7, 2007    Reads: 173    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Morning (Final Version after editing)

A new day has dawned,
and the sun's on its rise.
The stars fade elegantly,
while the night ebbs away.
The frost on the window pane
is etched like snowflakes,
and glistens in the morning sun...

I glance at my husband,
his silhouette disappears with
the on come of light.
His outline becomes more profound
as the sun rises.
His distinct jaw line is covered with stubble,
and his hair slightly awry.
He's delicately covered in satin sheets,
and ripples of masculinity become clearly defined.

I want to straighten his hair with my hands,
touch each and every line etched in his body,
yet I do not want to disturb his peaceful slumber.

The sun shining through on him
is as steadfast as my love.
I anxiously await for him to awake,
needing to dwell in his gentle embrace.




((((3rd Version)))))
A new day has dawned, and the sun is on it's rise.
The stars are fading elegantly, and the night ebbs away.
The frost on the window pane is etched like snowflakes,
and glistens in the morning sun.
I glance at my husband, his silhouette disappears with the on come of light.
His outline becomes more profound as the sun rises.
His distinct jaw line is covered with stubble, and his hair slightly awry.
He's delicately covered in satin sheets, and ripples of masculinity become clearly defined.

I want to straighten his hair with my hands, touch each and every line etched in his body, yet I do not want to disturb his peaceful slumber.

The sun shining through on him is as steadfast as my love.
I anxiously await for him to awake, needing to dwell in his gentle embrace.

((((2nd Version))))
A new day has dawned and the sun is rising in the eastern horizon.
The stars are fading elegantly and the night is temporarily ebbing away.
The frost on the window pane is etched like snowflakes upon the glass, glistening in the morning sun.

I glance over at my sleeping husband, his silhouette is disappearing with the coming light.
His outline becoming more profound as the sun rises.
His distinct jaw line is covered with stubble, and his hair slightly awry.
He's delicately covered in satin sheets, ripples of masculinity are becoming clearly defined.

I want to straighten his hair with my hands, touch each and every line etched in his body but yet I do not want to disturb his peaceful slumber.

The sun shining through on him is as steadfast as my love.
I'm anxiously awaiting for him to awake, needing to dwell in his gentle embrace.

((((1st Version)))
Frost upon my window pane.
The sun on its ascent.
Stars fading elegantly.
The night is about to abate.

His silhouette disappearing with the night,
ascending like the sun his winsome face arises.
Each robust feature awakens to the light.
Though delicately covered in satin sheets,
ripples of masculinity utterly defined.

I admire his handsomeness as he sleeps.
The sun shinning through on him,
is as steadfast as my love.
I'm anxiously awaiting for him to awake,
needing to dwell in his gentle embrace.

I whisper my love, please be soon to awake.

Author notes

I added the 1st , 2nd and 3rd version to show progression





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