I plan on spending every morning waking to half closed eyes. Tangled under bedsheets and pillows, nose to nose. The only time our hands would be apart is when I slide them across your cheek to tell you good morning.
You're the sparkle off of sand. You're the gently blowing wind. I bite the top of your lip and breathe.
I can tell the future from your smile And the way you part your hair when you stare at me. Everything is better than we both ever could've dreamed.
You're the light shining off the moon. You're the shadow lining my room. I press my eyelashes against yours and say, "you're everything."