Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
The first thing I do when I get to any town is find a gym and a breakfast place, because I love breakfast.
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.
When I wake to the gift of yet another sunrise my first thought is to rouse him and say, I owe you the sight of morning.
New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.
That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morning. Love keeps the light on all night.
She loved you in the morning because the day was new.
