I crave you this morning
For you are my sun
Your smile my brightness
When morning does come

Alone at the table
No sound to be heard
Just pouring your coffee
Not saying a word

I sit and I stare
Out the window this day
Such beauty before me
In nature’s display

Still nothing can reason
With how I do feel
When you rise to greet me
I know this is real

I flip through the paper
Though I do not read
My mind is a wander
Of what I believe

I dream of the moment
I look in your eyes
And whisper I love you
Oh won’t you please rise

It seems like forever
Yet only a night
The last time I saw you
A beautiful sight

So I sit here waiting
Until you I see
My day will be perfect
When you smile at me

There’s a Ken doll in the back seat of my car;
He’s been demoted from passenger.
My parents bought him for me one Christmas as a joke – “Ken Perfect” they called him…
The boyfriend that will always listen with a smile on his face
and a sparkle in his eye.
I thought it was a cute token of my single-ness,
But of course it didn’t last.
The men came and went,
And poor Ken roasted through the summer
And froze through the winter.
Always with a smile on his face
And a sparkle in his eye.
Why is it that nice guys
Always finish last?