Sometimes, when I look up
into the morning sun, I wonder
if you’re looking at it too.
And when it starts to rain
I hope it’s never on your parade
and I wish that I could be there
to hold an umbrella over your head.
When the moonlight kisses
my window goodnight, I pray that soon
I’ll be able to do the same, to feel your lips
pressed against mine in a warm embrace.
When I fall asleep, I dream of you
of your beautiful face, and even
the sweetest dream can never compare
to hearing your voice first thing in the morning.
Even when we’re separated by so much distance
it’s what makes me sleep easy, knowing
that you’ll be there on the other end of the phone line
to say, “Good morning,” and to let me know
that you’re looking at the same sun, the same clouds
the same blue skies, and thinking the same thing:
I love you.