Each morn, as I rise with the sun,
I wait, only for the One.
The angel of my dreams,
The vanquisher of screams.
The moon on a starless night,
A truly stunning sight.
All I have is hers,
And all I want is her.
I am nourished by her smile,
For which I would travel miles.
But words can never truly express
The amount of love that I address.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Each morn, as I rise with the sun,
I wait, only for the One.
The angel of my dreams,
The vanquisher of screams.
The moon on a starless night,
A truly stunning sight.
All I have is hers,
And all I want is her.
I am nourished by her smile,
For which I would travel miles.
But words can never truly express
The amount of love that I address.