Up the sun goes
His rays beg for acceptance
Her breath welcomes you
Her eyes the sun reaches not the toes

The truth in the old African tale
That beauty of woman in the morning never fail
Spoke of your morning beauty
In words simile knows not how to equate

No alteration or erasure of any kind is in your morning beauty found
Smile that dazzles the sight of God
In ways the creator attempts not to clone
He halted on day 7 to praise your morning beauty
Genesis told you not?
That your morning beauty nature dares not describe

Dust on lilies gathers
As day sees his plows
Let not lad in
Muddy hands too slippery
To grasp what only a loving heart can
No adventurer to enter
That lose initial pace at the dusk of mystery
No conquerors be near
That scream Frame it!
Only lover know
Mist that spray dust off lily in her sleep
To leave no room to morning rays of God` s eye
At the wake of her morning beauty