The Morning
by searching
Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-17 16:51:00
I never was a morning person
Until I met you
I never realized the beauty
Never appreciated the possibilities
Of each new morning until you came into my life
When first my eyes open
And I roll over to face the day
I think of you
And dream of the day when I will find you lying next to me
I get up
I go on
Because I know that someday
I will wake up in your arms
I will turn and look straight into your eyes
Your face will be the first I see
The hope of you in the morning
And the dream of you every night
Gets me up each day
And puts this smile upon my face