I love to wake up and see you through the mirror, and smile when you see me.
The way the light from the sun compliments your legs hanging out from the covers.
When you toss the phone as the alarm start to buzz, it makes me giggle because you sleep with your watch on so you always know the time.
Yet your still late to wake up.
When you rise it’s like a time lapse of a flower blooming.
Beauty stretching its strength.
Shit, I even love you when your morning breath stinks.
Rather who would think
That id wake up this morning, and write a poem about me