As i opened my eyes on an early Sunday morning,
as rain softly tapped on the window,
I realized, just as promised,
a new season was approaching.
I rolled over and there you were.
I wrapped my arms around you
thinking to myself, "this is where I belong".
My heart sank when you placed your head
to rest, right on my chest.
I felt your heart, pulsing, and in perfect sync with mine.
I ran my fingers through your dark hair, admiring
what a perfect piece of art you are.
It was almost tragic how you didn't know.