Blue-grey skies elicit visions of you
A chill in the air and a longing to sooth
Filtered light stretches through rain-dappled glass
Faint outlines of shadows the morning sun casts
Sipping the warmth from my cinnamon latté
From my dreams you emerge, a brilliant ray
Passing you a cup of chai as you pull yourself near
You lean in close to whisper in my ear
Your arms holding me in warm close embrace
So close to my heart you could hear it race
We listen to pitter-patter of the soft rain
Tapping the glass of the windows pane
This is the way that it's to be
Rainy mornings and coffee, just you and me
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