This poem is dedicated to my husband.
When you don’t kiss me in the morning,
The world becomes so dull, annoying.
The coffee tastes no longer sweet,
My inspiration – obsolete.
A kiss you give me, a caress
They are my fuel for happiness,
So don’t deny this precious gift,
Proceed to give my soul a lift.
I’m far from perfect, that I know
I often have no clue to show
My feelings, I can be so boring
When you don’t kiss me in the morning.
Happy Birthday, My King!