Waking up in the morning,
The birds are whispering their loving calls,
The sun rises within our world,
You watch it as it falls.
Two doves flying in perfect harmony,
As if they were meant to be,
Holding your hand so close to mine,
The way we sing in perfect key
Staring into your eyes I’m lost,
In a world of pure beauty without fear,
We fit together in perfect rhyme,
I can’t believe I’m really here.
A soul as pure as yours,
Forever deserves to be happy,
And I truly do believe
That we were meant to be.
This poem was written/submitted by Ian.