TRUE Love In The Morning

I don't write romantic poems usually,
but here is my attempt at doing so:

At birth of the new day,
when the blackness of our bedroom
melts gradually into muted grey,
eyes slowly widening,
I awaken to find
my love, my life, my wife
still embraced by peaceful sleep,
lying close by face to face.

Her countenance I carefully scrutinize,
it seemingly as much illuminated
by the radiance from her inner beauty,
as by the dawn's earliest sunlight.
Thoughts of all our past years,
filled with shared happiness and tears,
make my love stored deep inside
begin to swell and rise,
reminding me of her gentle spirit,
pure heart, sweet nature, receptive ways.

All my loving thoughts of her
fill my heart, bring a smile, stir me,
hardening within the desire
to ever so softly deliver
a kiss on her slightly parted lips.
With this loving intent,
slowly closer I lean.
Yew-w-w! Morning breath repels me!
Which is truly just as well--
for I really, really need to go pee.