before the sun has yet to rise,
the birds are at my window
whistling of love ties.
Restless is this soul
caught up in dream,
visions of you and I
entwined to memory.
I embrace the moment
your love infused my heart
and set it ablaze like a
million lit stars.
Early Sunday morning
before the sun has yet to rise,
the birds are at my window
whistling of love ties.
~
There is early morning magic
empowered by love.
~
This is the road,
you hold my hand
and we travel on to
tomorrow's song.
Dancing our way,
day after day,
to the song of love
that leads the way.
~
You are the smile of my morning,
all my thoughts are of you and
you are my nightly dreams as
I fall asleep next to you.
I am not always awake,
wandering the heavens blue,
searching for your soul
in away that only dreamers do.
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