Morning Bread

You entered my life like fine wine and honey,

A fiery, intoxicating sweetness that consumed me whole,

Your presence burned my mouth with desire and passion,

Leaving me craving more of your delicious essence.

 

But now, as time has passed and our love has deepened,

You have become like morning bread to me,

Smooth, comforting, and always there to nourish me,

I hardly taste you anymore, but I know your flavor well.

 

In the quiet moments of our togetherness,

I savor the familiarity of your presence,

And I am completely nourished by your love,

It sustains me, it fills me, it satisfies me.

 

Like morning bread, you are a constant in my life,

Reliable, comforting, and essential to my well-being,

Your love sustains me in ways I never knew possible,

And for that, I am grateful every single day.

 

So here's to the fine wine and honey that brought us together,

And here's to the morning bread that keeps us close,

For in your love, I have found my sustenance,

And I am forever grateful for the flavor of you. ("Morning Bread") by Courtney Weaver Jr.