Love In The Morning

I clasped his hand, then put my head on his shoulder. Love with him is the best kind of love.

He only responded by gently smiling and giving my hand a squeeze. Love holding his hand is the best kind of love.

The sun rose in a soft dress of a thousand pinks and peaches and oranges. Beneath our feet, the city awoke with millions of lights. Love with the sunrise is the best kind of love.

Love in the morning is the best kind of love.