TWO STORIES HIGH

© RYAN GUILEY

Wide awake, as the alarm clock rings,

I’ve been up all night, on the east wing,

In the hotel room from our wedding night,

Two stories high, looking at the street lights.

 

I can still recall the white wedding gown,

While the cars travel fast through the town,

The envelopes we read from our guests,

The magical day I wore a tux with a vest.

 

Your tiara still placed in your perfect hair,

As you smile with your ambition and care,

Being so tired, just watching you fall asleep,

I took a sheet to cover you, including your feet.

 

Laying in the king size bed next to you,

Thanking God, for giving me to chose,

How I ever could get a woman so pretty,

Closing the curtains, looking out in the city.

 

I love my wife extensively as she dreams,

As I rest my arm around and in between,

So, I can hold onto her hand so tight,

Never letting go, as it is 3A.M. in the night.

 

I am good man, who loves her so much,

Just looking in her eyes, gives me a rush,

Her eyes are closed, waiting for the morning,

So, I can stare in them, as it would never get boring.

 

I kept the television on, as it flickers bright,

Since, if she wakes up in the middle of the night

So, it makes her not feel being all alone,

  As the T.V. light shines off her wedding ring stones.

 

It’s 6 A.M., as all the infomercials has ended,

Admiring my bride whose spectacular splendid,

The light comes through the drapes,

As, I’m hungry for strawberry crepes.

 

She awakes and opens her baby brown eyes,

Still beautiful as I say good morning and hi,

Now today, I am alone in the room asking why?

Waiting for those days and nights to be by her side.