Bless her morning, tug her heartstrings, and make her breakfast amazing with an inspiring poem.
Bright Star
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
–John Keats
Sunrise
The colors of sunrise
Seem to fade away
The hues of the morning mist
Seem less impressive everyday
In front of your beauty
None of them stands tall
Compared to your radiance
Even the sun feels so small.
The hues of the morning mist
Good Morning
Every day brings
So much more
To look forward to
Fly high and soar
Every moment brings
So much delight
Just being with you
Makes everything feel right
Good morning
About the Creator
Mai Sophia
A Writer/blogger by day, a knife enthusiast and survivalist by night. I've reviewed a lot of products and have helped people make the right purchase
Comments (1)
Very nice!