A Lovely Day

"Good morning", he said.
"I've made you some tea!"
It was not so much the nice words,
but the intonation,
that made the butterflies flutter with joy
in my stomach.

"Good morning", he whispered.
"Do you want me ... to bring it to you?"
The pouring rain outside (cleaning the gutters)
was dripping from the window frame
into a bucket on the floor.
It was a lovely day!

"Good morning", he breathed into my ear.
"Do you want to? Now?"