Every morning I see you,
but I don't know you.
Among others waiting to be noticed,
the kettle boils.
I see you, I need you,
the comfort, the joy, the ritual.
Holding you in my hand,
makes you mine.
I see you, I know you,
your strength, your warmth, your soul.
Every morning,
my favourite time with you.
~by Joseph Panacci