Velvet voice in the morning hush
Coffee steam and your gentle touch
Flickers slow on a porcelain line
Seconds slip, but you’re still mine
Every look, a spark in disguise
Brushed with a calm sunrise
Cream and cinnamon, soft on my lips
You pour your laugh in tiny sips
Every moment, sweet and spun
You and I, we blend as one
Folded time in a sigh so sweet
Warmth where our fingers meet
Love that doesn’t ask or chase
Just settles into place