You are still the first thing
on my mind
when I open my eyes
in the morning
when the birds chirping
in our used to be garden
You are still the last thing
I have on my mind
before I covers my face
and close my eyes
tossing and turning
on this king sized bed...
In between my sleep
You appear with your kindest smiles
Your dancing eyes
never left your handsome face
You are too vivid
How would I believe
that now everything is in past tense?