early sun rising

the early sun rising
on the far side of the trees
has me wishing for your touch
so hurry home, please
there is a frost on the window
the fire clearly burning bright
keeps me feeling that
you'll be home tonight
i saw your face in a dream
it's why i stayed in bed
i couldn't help but thinking
of everything we once said
a tapping at my door
i went asking you for more
there was a steady breeze:
you heard me say "Please"
speaking my favorite line
you said you'd be mine.