When the morning comes,
It is not the sun that gets me,
It is the thought that there is another day
Of me breathing,
Thinking of you,
Makes every second is joyous, every minute is a blessing
The day might rob the smiles off the sunflowers,
But thou shall not fret,
I'll be there, wherever you are, every time,
Churning bad guys away from you,
Shading dropping stars from you,
So that I can go on
Cherish you again, day after day
So forget about tomorrow
Coz it won't be a better day,
As now today is just perfect with you
But I shudder, to the thought of finite time,
and I pray for mortally forever,
I will not lose imagination,
For you are the creator
Because simply, you are my last lover
in my stony heart.
