Companion

I love waking up with you almost every day

And those days that I don’t, I regret them; they waste away

My time spent without you is unproductive, astray

You inspire me, excite me, and love me like they

Can’t because they don’t have your qualitative touch

The way you let the sun peak through the window to wake me up

Yet I know you are fragile and so delicate

Your beauty transcends and for you no one lusts

You’re much greater than that, because lust is impure

Your embrace is kind, soft, and finitely endures

Your presence is missed, and you easily allure

And yet there are some days when you can be obscure

But I’ll simply blame those exceptions on the weather

I forgive you for now, anytime, and forever

I pardon you daily, for constantly leaving

But you always return, your absence is recurring and fleeting

I wish I could lock you up, save you only for me

But I know it’s who you are to visit others frequently

That is just the way it has to be

You are beautiful, divine, immaculate

Accepting, genuine, and yet unfortunate

For you, you must yet again leave

I long for when we can once again meet

I miss your effect, adorning

I’ll see you tomorrow, morning