I do not need a one nightstand
My heart is not like ships that pass
In the dead night but a desire
That reoccurs like the Sunsets.
I do not want no sweetheart deal
Neither hearts that are short and sweet
But a tongue of enduring taste
Stay with me, let us build a home.
Though sometimes I grab a pillow;
Nothing is as amazing as
The Sunrise, waking beside
Genuine love, at the crack of dawn.