The best thing
Is waking up to your rough fingertip tracing so lightly on my face,
That I lose my place and wonder if I’m even really awake.
The best thing
Is the color of your eyes when the light from my window pain,
Is dancing on every line of your perfect symmetry.
And the best thing
Is waking knowing inside I’m singing for your smile still,
I thrill at being so close I can touch,
The best thing is never having enough,
And the best thing is having you here
when I wake up.