I set my clock five minutes ahead, so I know I won't be late
You wake up with a cup of coffee with cream filled to the brim
I have to ask... why is it that you look so beautiful in the sunlight?
I can't imagine begin to imagine where the line of your age begins
Because you are as young as you look with intelligence to mismatch
Wrinkles only indicating where that sweet smile has been
There is a time and place to say such things, or so I've heard,
But I swear I'll scream this love for you again and again.
And now it isn't even about the five minutes, because I'm laying here;
Listlessly, that shaggy, auburn colored hair has my chest in a twist
You are closer, warmer and more beautiful than I've ever imagined you to be
Fortunate is the coffee mug that has the privilege of touching those lips
With flecks of emerald green in those hazel eyes of curiosity
Just how in the world am I supposed to resume my breaths?
With you staring at me so intensely, I might have to wait a while
You've got this ocean of love and I'm swimming and lost in the depth
And I question, not why but how it is that you look so beautiful in the sun
Like some sort of ageless angel, whose lips are vanilla flavored
The coffee cup is empty as you lie five minutes behind in my arms
And I haven't done too much to make the big man turn the odds in my favor
