Every morning I wake up and I think, ****, how lucky am I
No short poems,
No short messages;
There are no words,
Throughout the whole world are nearly enough to describe the feeling I get.
When the dawn comes and shakes my shoulder lightly,
So that I would wake up
Slightly before you do.
A few hours, sometimes a few minutes before our alarm.
But I came to realize,
It's never enough.
There's never enough time to admire you, my darling.
That's why I'm so happy to have my whole life,
Excuse me, our whole life,
To keep waking up in the morning,
And think,
****, how lucky am I.