Waking Up To You.

I leave the dream world in search of you, because I love waking up to you.
The morning light hits your eyes just right, giving me a chance to see your truth.
Look at what you've done to me.
Making simple things seem extraordinary.
Your love shines bright and early.
Carrying me through the day to the night in anticipation of the next morning.
I take your face between my hands and image what you've seen and what you'll do in life.
Given faith that even the most devoted envy I give myself to you.
Mind, body, and soul.
Hoping that one day it'll all make sense to you.
I do nothing in regards to obligation or social normality.
Everything is born in the heart and carried on through.
That lustful hunger you feel is unbearable, but you know just what to do to drive it off.
My body sings for you.
The universe gives birth to something we all needed.
Me and you.
Some things were just met to happen.
Some things needed to happen so we'd know what the far reaches of love were like.
So we'd know what it felt like to be needed and wanted and fought for.
Every morning I wake up I know it could be the last.
And im okay with that.
Because all the food for thought you fed my soul could keep me satisfied for years to come.