A warm beautiful morning,
Not a lot of people were awake,
Not even you.
I, woke up with a fresh mind,
Viewing the best picture ever, which,
Encroached my brain,
Rescinded the thought to wake you up;
Slowly touched your face,
And undoubtedly,
Rehearsed in my heart over thousands times,
You are mine.
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