Standing in the doorway,
Looking down at you,
Watching as your
Sweet eyes sleep and
Dream of a day anew.
The young red roses in my hand;
The soft warm rain
As it hits your windowpane;
The midday sun casting the light
Down on to such a wondrous visage;
The beauty of all the world,
I see when I look to you.
If only I might wake you
With the touch of my hand
On your soft cheek,
And the loving eyes
I’ve waited so long to show you.
Looking down at you,
Watching as your
Sweet eyes sleep and
Dream of a day anew.
The young red roses in my hand;
The soft warm rain
As it hits your windowpane;
The midday sun casting the light
Down on to such a wondrous visage;
The beauty of all the world,
I see when I look to you.
If only I might wake you
With the touch of my hand
On your soft cheek,
And the loving eyes
I’ve waited so long to show you.