Doodles

The morning is fresh with thoughts and sounds,
of a day spent with a lady so enchanting.
Happy trinkets of love abound,
and feelings so utterly enthralling.

A kiss on her forehead,
out of pure sweet affection.
A kiss in love's stead,
to my soul's satisfaction

And now all i think all i dream,
are of this lady so enchanting.
So sweet it would be this scheme,
Should we joint the mere thought so thrilling.