PANCAKE LIPS

© RYAN GUILEY

The morning drifts away,

As my coffee is bitter,

Without a breakfast tray,

Seeing your face, it still glitters.

My eggs are not bright yellow,

As the yolk drips all over,

Just to hear you say ‘Hello”,

As our baby is on your shoulder.

The bacon is so hard and dry,

As I can’t cook a damn meal,

Just to look in your pretty eyes,

Will let you know how much I feel.

I am the one, who always loves you,

As, I can feel your burning cheeks,

A love that is so wonderful and true,

The window is open while I just seek.

But the sweetness of the maple syrup,

Still tastes on your pancake lips,

Pouring me another coffee cup,

As it slowly falls while it drips.

If I could hold you while you smile,

My coffee would be burning hot,

My eggs would have their own style,

It would be magic, connecting the dots.

I am the one, who always loves you,

As, I can feel your burning cheeks,

A love that is so wonderful and true,

The window is open while I just seek.

I am still holding on, never letting go,

As there will be days of happiness,

If you ever wanted to know,

As you are the best and nothing less.

If I gave you only one rose,

Would it smell for a lifetime?

Just like when I painted your toes,

Those days are still in my mind.