You are the still quiet morning
Still cool with the nights breezes
How can the madness of night give birth to the beauty of breaking dawn?
The promise of a new day is enough to brighten the darkness of night.
The demons that make their way through the nightmare that the night commands, will die every morning and resurrect with every hint of the cool breeze that stirs during after hours.
You will see my eyes, my love.
With every shrinking moment of darkness and every gaining moment of the new day.
I love you.