Good Morning, Love

Dreams subside and slumber ebbs
As morning trickles into my awareness

Drowsiness soon replaced by a growing contenment
Spawned in dim recollections of you.

Should I stir? 
Yes, much to do. No, a moment yet.

Only a notion not quite conceived,
Still intoxicating in its effect.

You.

Though not beside me this morning
Nor tomorrow, perhaps;
Always present
And ever shall I delight in your company.

As I await our union heralded by a first kiss
The very Gods have meant for us to share.