Theresa’s Chronicle – The Well of Light

He loves her.
Each morning glistens like morning dew on the rose petals
as she stumbles into the kitchen
where coffee splashing into the cup warms his smile.
She sets the toast to slow-burn and stops for a kiss
that is never as quick as intended nor
as long as either would like.
When she heads out the door, his scent lingers
giving her a Mona Lisa smile all day.