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This is a work in progress:

On a soft gray morning,
The sun rises,
Kissing my skin,
With its sweet embrace,
As i watch in awe,
A cup of tea in my hand,
Honey chamomile, no milk.

A torrent of brilliant hues,
Floods my vision,
As light enters through clouds,
And touches the ground;
Touches your note,
The note with three words,
Scribbled, "I had to".

There is no lover,
By my side sharing this moment,
Only the dew on the morning grass,
Evaporating in the air,
As i sip my tea, smiling;
The memories as sweet as honey,
And fading as fast as my tea.

Update:

On a soft pastel sketched morning,
The sun ascends into the heavens,
Outlining the horizon in soft radiance,
Kissing my skin with its sweet embrace,
As I watch in veneration;
A tepid cup of tea in my hand,
Honey chamomile, no milk.

A torrent of translucent brilliance,
Floods my vision with warm hues,
As light seeps through delicate clouds,
And cascades, touching the ground;
Touches your note,
The note with three words,
Scribbled, "I had to".

So there is no adoring lover,
By my side sharing this moment,
Only the dew on the morning grass,
Evaporating quietly into the air,
As I sip my tea, complacently smiling;
The memories as sweet as honey,
And disappearing as fast as my tea.

Very well done it really is great see I told you I would respond <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Hi there. I'm new here, so pardon my barging in. I really like how the poem slowly reveals itself, gently unfolding for the reader. Nicely done!

-Jody