Waking Up Next To You

Belonging

There are not words for the amazing comfort I feel,
Waking up next to you.
A symphony written in destiny’s grand pen,
Each day I’m born anew.

Pride, passion, and a deep sense of belonging,
A blessing bestowed so few.
I realise my search has ended and that I’m home,
Waking up next to you.

Where once was dread at the morning light,
Sunshine tinged with dew,
Now I thank God each time I open my eyes,
Waking up next to you.

Geoff Mooney