I love mornings
She kisses my forehead and whisper “I’m just here”
And promises that she’ll lend me a listening ear.
She shoves away my fears,
And wipes away my tears.
Oh, I love mornings!
Yet loving her is to accept that she’ll soon leave
With a promise to return again –
To kiss my forehead as she whisper “I’m just here”
And promise me that she’ll lend me a listening ear.
She will shove away my fears,
And wipe away my tears.
I love mornings!
PSA Captu[r]esday entry 01
Morong, Rizal; 01.09.12