This morning I woke to see you smile,
No birds,no rain or sounds for a mile.
I touched your your face,
You curled into my arm,
'Twas it not for grace,
It was cause for alarm.
You turned and kissed me so many a time,
Describing you, till the very last line..

I blinked for a second, as you jumped out of bed,
You have to go, or else your dead:
Your face turn red, as you kiss me goodbye,
Was it something I'd done, or something was said?
For years I kept our dreams in my head.
He's waiting downstairs and pulling your cords,
We started well, at a loss for words...