Cold feet, warm hands, pillow so soft and the sun too high;
Dogs that bark too loud and so much,
Cars that drive too fast and never stop;
Mornings that take away all doubts are not here that often.
In mornings like those
I would hold you close,
In mornings like these I silently pray.
Bring me a morning where dogs bark too loud and so much,
the cars drive fast and never stop.
A morning with the sun blinding my eyes and hands that never leave mine.
Bring me a morning where your eyes fall upon mine,
where your lips speak words so kind.
Bring me just one such morning, that is enough.
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The Notebook rambles
PoésieIntroducing the first (and earliest) of this notebook writers pickings of so-called poetry. Verses about love, sadness, thoughts on the world and some introspection. Might include dreamy escapism to nature, teenage/young adult notions of romance and...
