She’s the first I see in the morning light, the last one I touch in the darkness of night.
When I left today it took all my might, tears were certain as I drove slowly out of sight.
While awake I think of the night before, not enough time with the one I adore.
As I finally finish my last daily chore, I can see her waiting as I come through the door.
She beckons me to lie down in her rest; her promise of sweet dreams I cannot protest.
When we’re together again and the day is past, I lie down in the comfort of her, my bed at last.