Only I know, only I
the light softly dancing over the
canopy of trees.
Falling softly across the
dew filled grass,
moving up to my window
as the minutes tick past.
Yes, only I see,
For the house yet,
it sleeps.
The dreamers dream while the
soft light caresses.
The day starts to glow
as the night, she undresses.
The cardinals call out
In sheer ecstasy
I share the same song as
They sing it to me
We give ourselves fully,
No other above her
My joy rolling down my face,
Early mornings are my lover.

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