The Lovesong of an Ordinary Day

Nothing appeals more to me,
Than waking up to the smell of fresh coffee in the morning,
As my mother draws open the curtains,
And my bedroom is flooded with light,
I smile and look out the window,
And notice that the Sun is up,
The sky is blue,
Which is beauiful,
And so are You,
Because my dear, no one writes a lovesong,
Quite like You do

The Bilge Master