Morning Love

Five in the morning, I pull out of bed.
I scramble in an awkward state to my phone.
Chilled air waves dreams lazily from my head.
Five-Fifteen, your voice proves I'm not alone.

Six-thirty in the morning, I'm still not dressed.
Panic strikes me as I strip of my simple night wear.
Rushing like this I may leave everyone unimpressed.
Six-Forty Five, catch the bus and want you there.

Seven in the morning, now I'm almost to school.
Drowsy and groggy I plan my entire day out.
Ponder then, if I'll ever live by my own rule.
Seven-Fifteen, wondering what my friend's on about.

Eight-Thirty in the morning, class is hard to take.
Distracted, since you're on my mind again.
Curious, that you forgave my every mistake.
Eight-Forty Five, I knew I needed you then.

Nine in the morning, I started to type this.
I wanted to tell you, you're the only one.
I wanted you to know love is true bliss.
Nine-Fifteen, I'm finished now class is done.