sun singed treetops welcome morning
kettle whistles happy warning
smell of coffee in the air
she sits in her favorite chair
long hair falling on her shoulders
in the eye of the beholder
nothing is more beautiful
do sit down before you drool
she says, eyes lit with a smile
think I'll do that, for a while
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2797553-Love
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