I don't like to wake up early because its lonely then,
I sit around and wait for your eyes to awake.
Sometimes the hours go by slowly, and I count to ten,
When I'm done, youre never there, and I feel a futile snake
Waiting for my love to ache,
The ache comes fast and then I break.
I think out loud, "How long can you take?"
And wish I was there to give you a shake.
Would you be angry then, or happy?
To wake up from your nap and find me,
Standing over you with a face of glee
At your blue eyes that open frantically,
And put me on a spell of love, artfully.
Or would you be angry and mad?
And say, " who do you think you are, waking me from that?"
"I was dreaming of you-- now I'm sad,"
And I'd reply, " well.. how about that?"
"You dream of me and now you're mad at your reality,"
"You're not delighted of being here with me."
"Well, you're much nicer in my dreams", she said,
And watched my tears fall on her bed.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, really, I just spoke the truth"
"If you don't like it, well, I'll say sorry to you."
"You don't have to", I replied,
Wiping all the tears I cried.
"But its true I always stride to be as nice as I am snide,"
"Because its healthy to balance your pride."
She looked at me with mild confusion,
"I never know what you mean my dear Confucius,"
"But I always understand your conclusions."
"The fact that I love you is no delusion,"
But please let me get back to my illusions."
"To bed?" I asked while on my feet,
She said, "Yes. As soon as you stop your weep."
And I replied, "Okay. Thats what you need. So I'll take my leap."
As soon as I left she was fast asleep.
