This morning

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I woke up this morning,
rolled over in my bed,
And had a thought flit across my mind.

As I stretched out in my empty bed, 
I thought I would give up anything for you to be lying next to me.
To trace your lips as they softly exhaled.
To watch your eyes flutter as I snuggle closer.

I would give anything to wake up to your smile and fall asleep to your laugh.

If your voice woke me up every morning, I'd never sleep in again.
My alarm clock would go neglected, gathering dust.
Because instead of my hand slapping snooze every morning,
it'd be smoothing your hair away,
and tracing every crease and line in your face.

I would kiss you awake each morning, and greet the sun with a smile. 
Because another morning means another night was spent with your arms wrapped around my waist, and your lips on my forehead.

As I rolled over this morning,
I had a thought.
That I'd give anything in the world,
To roll over,
And bump into you. 


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