He for Whom the Sun Rises

Good morning, you, for whom, I'm sure, the sun peeks over the horizon. A waking wonder, such as you, was made to be admired, even by the boldest star in our alignment. While I watch your eyes open, I swear they are burning brighter, and in them, more value than the most delicately cut sapphire. Then, the way you lay them over me, even as softly as your stare finds me, within my soul still stirs this fire. Passion, like flames, encompasses me, and I'm sure I know the truth, before it escapes your parted lips. "I love you," delivered in a whisper, so sweetly spoken, that I simply must steal a kiss.