I love the way your voice sounds

First thing in the morning

As you whisper sweet promises

To the awakening parts of me.

I had my doubts about you;

The questioning, the pondering,

The what-if’ing nearly missing

The nuance sauntering before

These often busy eyes.

This commonly distracted heart

The reason I need to trust

That I am safe to explore

All of these barely kissed

Musings dancing freely within me.