Usually on Saturdays early in the morning
I go in the market
Buying a Sunday lunch
While still my sweet Queen sleeps
Then I cook coffee …Then
I Going into the bedroom and
Long and tenderly loved her jewels sleepy
Her eyes.
She wakes
She embraces me
She kiss me
I know you have a poetic soul
Please, only one song for my soul….
Then , we drink coffee
In deep shade and fragrance roses
I love you my sweet little Queen

maxima