woke up with bursting brightness in my bed. like summer days coming earliest on a chilly February morning. if i would have you and that 'good-morning' smile in my bed every waking moment like today's, then every time will be continual forms of joy or seventh heaven. longing to be, and be nothing but myself --- myself, that is lying next to you, returning your smile and holding your face. where holding you would always feel like i'm holding everything that is beautiful in this changing sphere. And every time i touch you, i'd stare right through your soul and i'd quietly ask, "who, in this sea of lovers, desired each other as we do?"