The Morning Love. Poem by Natasa To

This morning, when the sunshine is arising:
That warmth love's early morning is beginning,
Your lovely hands hold for mine
& hold me closer and closer.

Not even realize that Fall
of the last season.
The Autumn leaves fall down fast
that it starts to winter chilled,
the moon under dim sky of the
nature's lovely way.
But now, dear honey, you love me.

And I let my fingers warm in your fingers
to know the morning love begin to start:
kiss me soft to undress me,
skin to my skin, nothing held within
& in doing making love as
the morning sunshine illuminated.

Strong feeling of morning love
still exist in you and me.
Our souls will always wait for morning
love a minute and begin again.