sunrise glory paints the window
morning dew, birds on the move
in your arms rests my sigh
I am happy. I am home.
flowers paint themself red
child-like we lie on our bed
winds whistle when we wake
you are here. you will stay.
soft hands touch
eyes admire eyes
cupid hides in the covers
doves sing good-day to the sky
there lies a bleak sorrow miles away
it will devour us one day
but this morning you lie with me
this morning I am not afraid
you're not my forever, but at least you're my today.
