THE FIRST TO BE KISSED
Michael Walsh Poetry: http://goo.gl/RPjs3f
As the sun lights your face in the morning,
Then warmed by its sunbeams that spray,
You know you're the first to be welcomed,
To be kissed by the sun every day.
Before it can greet you next morning,
The sun must kiss others like you,
But you are the first every morning,
When the sun has its fill of the dew.
You will slumber tonight on your pillow,
While the sun never pauses to sleep;
It will go on its way while your dreaming,
For the sun has a date it must keep.
Once again it will kiss you at morning,
Your window unveils the sun's rise,
And you know you’re the first to be greeted,
Just as soon as you open your eyes.
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