My Guy

Just a silly poem that came to me on vacation.

I watch the morning sun,
Lighting up the sky,
Waiting for my love
that wonderful guy

Who is sneaking up behind me,
but he doesn’t know I hear
the whisper of his clothing
as he comes so very near.

The crackle of a leaf
and the snapping of a stick,
with every footfall closer,
I’m not missing a trick!

His hands cover my eyes
And he asks, “Guess who?”
I can’t help but laugh
And you would, too!

The morning is delicious
With all the sights and sounds,
But having him here with me
My joy knows no bounds!