When the morning is still dark and silent before the birds rise to get to work, Your presence blankets my room with a warmth elsewhere never felt. Perhaps that is why I have been waking before the alarm – I don’t want to miss It.
When the morning is still dark and silent before the birds rise to get to work, Your presence blankets my room with a warmth elsewhere never felt. Perhaps that is why I have been waking before the alarm – I don’t want to miss It.
Jessica L. Morris 