Morning glory.

Plugged earphone , lazy legs stepped in.
The wheels rolled against the iron path.
In the Hustle of reaching its final point
It came to a point where,
The twin of your eyes met her's.
Then it got lost between strange eyes.
The still sleepy eye struggled hard to find his,
But it couldn't find the most cosiest place of her's.
The mind wondered if morning laziness couldn't locate him
Or was it just a dream of her's.
When passing through a place;
The place where he belongs,
The beating heart took her to his home.
Always or say she still wonders ,
If it's always going to be his or someday theirs.
Since she enjoys the aroma of the tea,
She sensed him even at the place.
Sharing is a tough matter for her;
But if it's him , it is just a favourite bench or tree to sit and stand by or underneath.
Say anything.
The sleepy eyes could hardly determine to get off the rail.
The lazy mind was still into bed moods to get up.
But naughtiness of the breeze has bought her miles away from a place, where he belongs.
Mr.lazy_bird meeting you soon.
For all of it is meant to be said with literal smiles to the literal shinning eyes.