What a beautiful thing would it be to wake up your side
on a cold winter morning.
The first thing I see would be your sleep eyes.
The warmth of the sheet and the taste of your lips.
Your arms on my shoulder and our hands are interlocked.
Morning's sweet smell would take us to holiness.
Now you're away and under somebody's affection.
Who is lucky enough to have you beside
while I am craving for your existence?
Now you're gone and waking up to another day is useless.