morning breaks from the window seams
with you as my waking thought
like dew that covers the morning grass
a gift the yester night has brought

a weary walk towards the bathroom
to take a shower with water freezing
but then again the thought of you
provides me warmth, a hot and sultry feeling

all through out the day you dance
in the boud'ry of my mind
and in all passing thoughts I chance
lo,there is always you, I find.

oh, as the day approaches its end
the moon pulls his regalia across the sky
and by the beauty of the stars, awed am I
but I see them shy, incomparable to you.