Morning Cuppa

Curled up into a cocoon
of warmth of love and duvet
she hides her sleepy face
in her unruly curls
eyes half open
she looks for him
for his morning look
which tells her
how happy he is
to wake up by her side
Lazy and sleepy her
moans and goes back
to have a lie in
content and dreamy
and the kettle wakes up
tea pot sings and brews
Oh the morning tea
filled with hope
to wake up
to the morning tea tunes
the day begins
with a cuppa
nothing else
she could ask for
but this..

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