Coming Home

You are the morning dew after the rain.

You are the sun on my face that shines embracing me with its warmth.

Without you, I am cold.

I look forward to these days when I am with you.

On these days, I know I’m loved and although sour you may be, you are the sweetest thing I have ever met.

The only one who wanted to be with me.

The only one who lay faithful to me.

You.

In other words I look forward to coming home to you.