When the morning air wakes me
Crisp and chill;
It's a whole new day
As my first thoughts begin to form,
I'm aware
Not of the day that is to be
Or what I am to do or accomplish;
But that there is someone close
Whom I hope never parts;
Thought I do not wake by her side
She is there nearby
Getting ready for her day,
I wish to greet her
To see a smile; hear her voice,
Just to glance upon her eyes
Because she is;
The start of my day
The feeling that wakes me,
My every other thought
Every other breath,
She keeps me awake until
The night falls and I sleep again,
And I hope she'll always wake me
Once more; forever more...
© okpoet