Morning Musings

In the gentle light of morning, a couple sits entwined in thought, Their faces a map of lines, etched by time and tenderly brought. The woman's gaze is downcast, her pencil poised in air, As she inscribes the day's promise, with a delicate care. The man beside her, a vision in white, his hat a crown, Looks on with a mixture of love and quiet contemplation profound. Together they sit, a harmony of thought and gentle deed, Their love a sanctuary, where dreams and reality proceed. The house behind them stands, a witness to their tender scene, A backdrop of warmth and welcome, a haven serene and clean. In this moment, they are lost, in the beauty of their shared quest, Their love a flame that burns, a guiding light that finds its nest. The world outside recedes, as they sit, entwined in their own tale, Their hearts beating as one, in a love that never fails.