A special guest post by my deceased father, with whom I’m collaborating.
The sight of an eagle soaring highOr a wolf howling, wild and free The sound of a robin chirping, Welcoming the morning light, The taste of a strawberry dipped in cream. Or the scent of jasmine on a summer breeze None of these compare to the warmth Of your body next to mine, and the feeling Of your breath against my cheek, Whispering I Love You, in the morning .. ©2014 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved