In the morning, when you wake,
And you feel my arms around you
And you sense my eyes upon you,
Do you not still find a pleasure
In my presence, in my caring,
In my total love for you?
I can tell I sometimes move you,
That my touch can still excite you.
You cannot pretend there isn't
Just the slightest spark of magic.
Surely you must feel it
In the morning when you wake.
And when you have considered
Both the best times and the worst times
Of the years we've spent together,
I only hope you'll realize
That first thought upon waking
Is really the most valid,
And ask yourself, "How ever
Could I think to give this up?"