Morning Light
When the morning light kisses her where she yearn for your kisses.
When the morning light kisses her face, Where you long for your lips to embrace, Her eyes flutter open, still in a haze, She reaches for you, but feels a void's chill. The sheets, cold and empty beside her, A cruel reminder of your absence, She searches for solace and comfort, But your touch, now a distant memory. The room bathes in golden rays, As the sun climbs the eastern sky, Yet her heart remains shrouded in gray, Fo...