Waking up to you
Every morning I wake up to his music.
Listening to him play
Then when I wake, I feel nostalgic
In a giddy kind of way
His piano's melody wafts through our house
Filling every room
Until it reaches up to me
And wraps me in its cocoon.
"Oh Rue," I sigh with pure content. "Why do you wake me the way you do?"
'It's because of him.' the music seems to say,
'He's saying through the piano that he loves you.'
I slip on a pink satin nightie silently
And after tiptoeing down the stairs
I saw him dressed in his boxers
With a yellow ribbon tying back his hair
A loose T-shirt hung off one of his shoulders
His eyes were bright, without a care
I snuck up behind him, instant taking over
Ready to pounce for all I know
Until he whirled around suddenly and pinned my arms
Refusing to let go
"Good morning." He says with a peck to my cheek. "Why are you up so early?
"You fell dead asleep last night, so what has gotten into you?"
I shrugged and let him kiss me sweetly, giggling
"Just waking up to you."