The Supernatural Laws of Love

Quiet Unification

How pretty would you be in the early break of dawn.

As newly formed dewdrops, collect on the windowsill

Opening the curtains, a stream of new sunlight, slightly drawn.

A messy mop of hair, yet the prettiest I've seen you, still.

I want you in the small, quiet sunrises, brushing your teeth, with eyes so tired.

Coming downstairs to see you singing to yourself, ever so faint.

Gazing at you, getting startled and flustered when you notice how you're desired.

In these moments where our eyes meet, the atmosphere feels so quiet and quaint.

I long to wake up next to you, spend some time laughing as we get ready for the day.

I wish to spend every innocent morning by your side.

A time to breathe in love, just us, small and unified.