Fresh morning sun rising up over the trees,
As it peers through the gaps and finds our eyes on the balcony.
Declaring itself onto the world and all that is within,
No questions, doubt or consciousness to inhibit him.
As we sit drearily and watch this birth of the new day,
Mirrored by our new found love is this morning sun of May.
Six months ago I met you; through the crowd I saw your face,
It was your laughter and your wit that held me into place.
So different from the others you were, a cut above the rest,
Intelligence beyond your years from you I've learnt my best.
Such charming banter and a careless way, arrogant to an extent,
The time since then has gone so fast who knows where it went.
The feelings felt between us, so exciting and so new,
The freshness of our bond we shared was moist with morning dew.
With everything you say to me with every single touch,
I grow to love you more my dear, so very much.
To think had I not gone that night to the windy shore of the beach,
Had I not seen you on, had you not spoken, how lonely we'd be each.
As times gone by our feelings grow familiar to me now you seem,
Like the morning sun each day rising above those trees.
I know your face; I've seen it well many days of the week,
Your thoughts I understand now true love I no longer seek.
Troubles seem impossible; the thought of dispute doesn't belong,
For this love to ever stop growing something drastic must go wrong.
At dusk we return to the seat that we've made ours on the balconies ledge,
My hand you hold as we wriggle around till we find comfort in its wedge.
As we gaze out to watch our sun sink deep down within the trees,
Its day is run, its voice been heard its work is now complete.
Though we are as fresh and new as the light is to the dawn,
I know our love will outlast this sun, forever living on.
