If every day I could wake up with you,
and feel your bosom heave
as you breathed in your sleep.
If every morning I brought you coffee in bed,
and watched you stretch and rub
the dreams from your eyes.
If every day I kissed you
goodbye as I left for work, wishing
I was already on my way back to you.
Every day I’d want to leave early,
just to see you and spend more time
in your presence.
Every day,
I would tell you I loved you,
and show you more.