Good morning, my love.
I didn't mean to stare.
I was just envying
the pillow beneath your head,
and the sheets that envelop you
in their comforting warmth.
While you were off
In surreal realities
That shapeshift into truths
I was waiting here,
Watching your every move.
Good morning, my love.
Know that every waking moment
Is the miracle
That brings you home to me.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
Good morning, my love.
I didn't mean to stare.
I was just envying
the pillow beneath your head,
and the sheets that envelop you
in their comforting warmth.
While you were off
In surreal realities
That shapeshift into truths
I was waiting here,
Watching your every move.
Good morning, my love.
Know that every waking moment
Is the miracle
That brings you home to me.
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