Mornings are not mornings unless I wake up beside you,
Mornings are the moments I gaze at your face,
The Angel that lay beside me all night,
Mornings are made of you.
As I run the cold shower
The kitchen noises going on,
Humming off tune to
Kenny Rodgers'
'Morning desire'
I know mornings are made of you
A long day ahead,
I sure know it is
Then that warm embrace, kiss and goodbye
Does it all,
I walk out of the house. With a smile for:
Mornings are made of you my love
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