The city stirs, a symphony of horns,
But here, within these walls, a different dawn.
Sunlight streaks across your sleeping face,
A golden brushstroke, etching gentle grace.
Five minutes stolen from the rushing tide,
A precious pause where worries can't reside.
I watch you breathe, a rhythm soft and slow,
The world a watercolor waiting to flow.
I reach for you, a whisper in the air,
Fingers tracing patterns on your hair.
Your eyelids flutter, a sleepy smile appears,
Chasing away the remnants of past fears.
"Good morning, love," the words brush past your lips,
A melody that every sorrow grips.
We tangle limbs, a comforting embrace,
A silent language, love's familiar space.
The scent of coffee mingles with your skin,
A bittersweet aroma that draws me in.
We share a pot, a ritual of two,
Each sip a promise whispered, warm and true.
I steal a glance, your eyes meet mine, so deep,
A universe of emotions we both keep.
Unspoken words hang heavy in the air,
A love story written in a tender stare.
We talk of dreams, ambitions set alight,
And silly things that make our laughter bright.
The mundane details, a tapestry we weave,
Building a world where only we believe.
We hold each other close, a silent vow,
To fight the world, together, somehow.
Five minutes vanish, fleeting as a sigh,
But in that space, a lifetime seems to lie.
The weight of duty pulls you from my side,
A lingering kiss, a promise to confide.
You dress in a flurry, the day's demands appear,
But your touch lingers, a ghost I hold so dear.
The door swings shut, a final whispered word,
A sweet reminder, like a cherished bird.
The city's clamor floods the empty space,
But your memory, a smile upon my face.
Five minutes stolen, a fleeting interlude,
Yet in that pause, our love is understood.
It fuels the fire within, a constant spark,
A promise whispered, echoing in the dark.
For even though the world may pull us apart,
Those stolen moments hold a piece of our heart.
They remind us, through the chaos and the fray,
That love's embrace will find a way.
So as the day unfolds, with its trials and strife,
I'll carry the warmth of those five minutes of life.
A reminder of the love that sets us free,
And the promise of another dawn, just you and me.
Sunlight paints your morning face,
A smile that sets my heart apace.
Five minutes stolen, just us two,
Whispered secrets, skies of blue.
Coffee steam, a fragrant dance,
Lost in eyes, a stolen glance.
The world fades out, a distant hum,
In this embrace, only we come.
A gentle touch, a fingertip,
Sparks ignite, a playful nip.
Laughter rings, a joyful sound,
Happiness in every word we've found.
Five minutes short, a bittersweet sigh,
But love's embers burn ever so high.
The day beckons, duties call,
But your memory lingers, through it all.
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Moharif Yulianto
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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