When you wake, my love, think of my lips;
how the corners quiver ever so slightly right before I flash a great big smile. Let your hand rest on the pillow where the curves of my face would usually reside and imagine I'm there;
if just for awhile.
Let the breeze that kisses your cheeks, fresh with the scent of morning dew, carry the words that echo with every beat of my heart to yours,
so that you will wake every morning knowing that I love you.