I was lying on the porch step that night
With the winter breeze playing with my hair
And I looked up and saw you standing there
With your own hair creating a soft halo
And I couldn’t help but stare.
I was lying in bed that night
Counting the freckles on your skin
As my fingers dotted your arms
And you sighed warmly into my beck
And I hoped that moment would never end.
I was sitting by the window this morning
With my eyes fixed on the sun
And you gave a gentle sigh so I turned
And I saw you, curled in blankets
And lost in dreams,
And I knew that I wanted to wake up to you every morning.