I love the way the sun rises And peaks through my curtains, Casting sharp figures of light on my ceiling, For it reminds me Of the flecks of white That fill the gaps of blue In your eyes. The sun pouring through my window Guarantees that you are the first thought To cross my mind In the early morning. It promises that every day Before I even rise, I have thought of you And your mirroring freckles On either side of your face Right above your lips, And of the chip on your tooth That reveals itself each time you laugh Making me thankful That I have found the one I want to share my life with And the one I want to fall asleep to Every night.