When I text you in the morning
or call to wake you up,
I feel a pull in my heart—
it doesn’t feel right.
This is not how I want to start our day.

I don’t want your day to begin
with the sound of your ringtone,
I want it to begin
with the sound of me.

I want to wake you
by playing with your hair gently,
planting a soft kiss on your forehead,
bending closer to the man I love,
holding you quietly in my arms,
then whispering in your ear—
“Good morning, love.”

I don’t want my text
to be the first thing you see,
I want it to be my eyes—
looking at you,
flooded with nothing but you.

I want you to wake up
to my smile,
the one that exists only
because of how much I love you.

I don’t want a text back.
I want to see the way you smile,
how your eyes shine,
how they speak louder than words—
that you’re mine,
that every inch of you
belongs with me.

Then you’ll pull me close,
hold me tight,
and I won’t even hesitate.
Before the day begins,
we’ll have our moment—
our soft, warm,
deep and passionate love
that keeps us full for the rest of the day.

Then when we finally get out of bed,
I’ll make your favourite food,
feed you with my hands,
pack your things,
place a gentle kiss on your cheek—
and you’ll turn it into a kiss on my lips.

I’ll say bye,
wait for evening,
and count every second
to come back home—
to us again.

Because this is how
our day should begin.