I wake up in the morning
and you’re the first thing on my mind.
Your scent fills my nostrils,
my thoughts, and my dreams.
You, love, are my everything.
It was just yesterday
when I held you last
and let the world know
that you were mine;
that I wouldn’t give you up
without a fight.
I replay all the days
that brought us together
over the past several years,
moments blurring together
in my sleepy mind.
Hot days, cold days,
weather can’t keep us apart
no distance, no measure of time,
is an inconvenience
when it comes to you.
I crawl out of bed,
dutifully going to you
before my morning class
so we can spend an hour
or so together -our quality time.
You’re late again
and I’m, as always, on time,
waiting for your arrival
wishing you’d wait for me
sometimes.
You make your grand entrance,
looking better than I remember.
I lick my lips in anticipation
for the kiss I have been craving
since my alarm woke me.
I grab hold of you,
my love,
my waking thought,
my everything,
but I have to let go
‘cause you’re too hot
for coffee.
