Ours is a connection
orchestrated by the Universe
and its forces whispering gently through sleepy skies.
We share our small secrets,
letting our spirits flow
from whispered confessions
to silly, sweet jest,
Our hearts awaken,
no need for disguise.
The clock ticks softly,
but time holds its breath,
listening to our dreams
and desires sing songs of love.
Though miles stretch between us, like oceans so wide,
your laughter
your kindness
keeps warming my heart.
In the warmth of your voice,
I am assured of dreams unfettered.
So here's to our mornings,
at five, so divine,
a symbol of my commitment to you.
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