She Whispers Softly
She whispers softly in my ear
My soul is a fire of dawn
Who could bring me this lovely creature?
Who could think of such a gift?
We sit with our morning coffee
Her sweet smile brings me shivers
Her eyes look so deep into mine
She whispers in my ear
I want the kitchen floor scrubbed
By the time I get back
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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