The Morning After

I wake up

Listening to you sleep

I reach for you and you are real

I hear a little moan and understand

I am not dreaming

The Morning After

I reach for your shoulder and feel your muscle

I hear you whisper

Good-Morning

I am not dreaming since I trace your back and you smile.

I am Alive like I have never been before.

The Morning After

I hear you giggle and know that your smile

is just for me

The Morning After

I know one more thing

I am falling in love with you.

The Morning After.