I wasn't a morning person before I met you. I hated the whole waking up at 6 in the morning for work. The birds chirping sounded like alarms in my head and the sunlight was bothersome. But when I met you, i found myself anticipating it. I found myself anxiously waiting for the sun to lightly caress your ebony skin. I found myself anticipating the feeling that over comes my body every time I see you lying next to me. I loved the way the morning made you look so peaceful and fragile. I loved how it showed me your vulnerable side. I loved how your galactic eyes were covered by your long beautiful eyelashes. The morning complimented you. When I met you, I found myself loving the mornings.