It doesn't matter that I wake after sunrise,
Because knowing that you're nearby when I open my eyes;
You, with your sun-kissed skin,
with warmth radiating from the top of your head to your chin;
You, who greets me "good morning" without fail,
while looking at me like we're in a fairy tale;
You, who wakes me with a gentle peck,
as gentle as the sun on my skin, filtered through blinds, a fleck;
It doesn't matter that I wake after sunrise,
Because you remind me of it and of pink skies.