Morning

Would you still think me beautiful
If you saw my morning face ? 
If you watched me smiling would you smile right back? 

My face would tell it's own story; 
One of a sleepless night spent in your company. 
The dried tears that fell; 
Spilling out a few hours before; 
When we consummated; 
As time and space meant nothing; 
Becoming equal with a love shared x2 

But all would be true and as it is foretold.
For that is me; 
This is who I am. 
And you would always think me beautiful. 

This is why I smile In the mornings for you.