Miracle of waking, lying in bed, I feel
rest, lying next to me.
I open my eyes and just now, I smile
Thinking of the happiness to be there beside you.
Is it a sixth sense or actually a genius?
Always in your sleep, you're rolling towards me.
slaps you a sweet kiss while still asleep.
I can simply open your as my arm. In
a sigh, you loves, you huddled.
And like every morning, I lie down there,
Waiting your awakening, your return to life,
Like a sentry to watch over you.
I see murmurs and other whispers.
I hear you rant on this one:
"The hug? This morning, you've already written!
Must renew, change ministry!"
Yes, I grant you, and I am very sorry.
I want to change, yet every time I'm imprisoned by
this sweet madness This
welfare sense, that happiness delicate.
It's not my fault. I'm not here for nothing if
From my inspiration, I do not control
The convolutions, detours, cravings.
command When love, I'm a soldier!
The alarm rings already. Well, I'm done!
So, forgive me and do not be angry
to expect on the one that shares my life.
And every morning feeling inside me,
My heart beat for her, strangling my mind. Although
exquisite prison that prison there! And
him whisper tender words of love To
she knows that I always love.
May 2010
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