Your warmth is the last thing I feel

Your warmth is the last thing I feel
In a world that is to surreal
As I cling to the body I know,
I drift to sleep as the dreams begin to flow

The morning started out ordinary -
You hugging me and me hugging you
The sleepy eyelids were opened
Its first sight - blinding light through the curtains

Your morning kisses were soft,
Caressing anything in its way - not anything in thought
The eyelashes touch my nose and I was sober
Could this day get any better?

Your voice is the first thing I hear
Those three words, waiting for an answer
Waiting to feel
So softly whispered into my ear

Your lips is the next thing I'd feel
Forehead kisses in the morning - so gentle like the breeze
I'd open my eyes to respond,
But you'd say 'Sleep, my love. It's the morning of the hour.'

Your warmth is the last thing I feel
In a world where love seems so unreal
As I cling to the words and caresses I know,
I am reassured that I have found the best in you
'I love you', I'd say, 'You'll need to sleep too'

You'd look at me with a sleepy smile
And I could not help but stare at those brown eyes
A little sleep may take us now,
But I couldn't careless, as long as I feel your warmth
Somehow