by Anna Hill

Created on: April 18, 2008

Morning

I love him most in the morning,
Before he opens his eyes
Or his mouth
Before he closes another door
That was a secret dream of mine.

I love him most in the morning,
Before I shake off the night's cobwebs
Or separate dream from awake
Before the day's light is bright enough
To see who I'm really with.

I love him most in the morning,
Before I start comparing
Or compromising
Before I decide it's better to be unhappy
Than to be alone.

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