Aubades (split from Dead Heat)

[Leanne]

My mind always goes straight to 'Aubade' by Philip Larkin, but he only really uses the title as irony (although it IS set in the morning). It's always been one of my ultra-favourites.

I also adore 'The Good-Morrow' by John Donne. I find it pretty hard to beat lines like:

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

We must forgive him the caps at the beginning of each line -- or if we don't, he's probably as unbothered as he's been for the last 400 years or so