That Sunday Morning

That Sunday morning 

a morning I woke up 

full of promises. 

Promises of love and kisses

A future as a Mrs 

That Sunday morning

I woke up thinking 

Of all the Sundays I have with you 

Of the bond we share 

Of the love we shall make

That Sunday morning, 

a lazy nakedness snuggles me onto bed

A morning where I fear nothing, 

Nothing bad could happen to me. 

That Sunday morning, 

a morning long gone 

a morning I longingly await. 

I wait for ye.