Love poem for my wife

For Fatma

Every morning lying beside me still
My little wife in peaceful sleep,
Until that little light from windows streaming in
Awakes her to a smile and a morning kiss,
That whisks me into morning blisses.
And every morning still the same
Forever on: delight, elation,
Growing deeper, love inflating.
Every morning getting better
As each one more she besides me lays.

For Fatma

Every morning lying beside me still
My little wife in peaceful sleep,
Until that little light from windows streaming in
Awakes her to a smile and a morning kiss,
That whisks me into morning blisses.
And every morning still the same
Forever on: delight, elation,
Growing deeper, love inflating.
Every morning getting better
As each one more she besides me lays.

Love poem for my wife

For Fatma Every morning lying beside me still My little wife in peaceful sleep, Until that little light from windows streaming in Awakes her to a smile and a morning kiss, That whisks me into morning blisses. And every morning still the same Forever on: delight, elation, Growing deeper, love inflating. Every morning getting better As each one more she besides me lays.