The morning sun comes up again
To light your pretty face.
It plays upon your eyes and lips
Lost in the satin-lace.

I see you stir, from peaceful sleep...
Did you dream so sweet tonight?
And I can't help, but watch you rise
Bathed in the silvery light.

I want so bad to touch you
To hold you in my arms..
To feel your skin against my lips
Under those covers warm.

The alarm-clock on the bedside
Begins to scream the time...
And when you reach to turn it off
I know you won't be mine.

I close the door now, to your room
And cry my silent tears..
Another morning just the same..
The same through all these years.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 391 AF.