Early Morning Love

Five in the morning is very early,

That even my clock fails to remind me.

But, his dynamic jogging shoes never fail,

To tell me that it is time.

Rushing through the creaking door,

I make my way to the ground floor.

I get a glimpse of his languid hair

And a sense of his whiff in the air.

Every step he takes closer,     

A love song in my mind I ponder.

Brighter than my morning sun.

He makes my heart swoon.

Trotting through the flower garden,

He smiles at the new blossomed rose.

Five in the morning is very early,

Else he could have seen the blush that rose.