Mine was the first face you saw,
Good morning, pumpkin.
yours my company while donning my socks,
No, that’s foot spray, not breakfast.
how vividly you wake never ceasing to amaze me,
Cha cha cha!
as if sleep were a toy you’d grown tired of,
Nigi na- nigi na- nigi na-.
the waking world a much better dream,
Kirei kirei kirei.
a dish I’d love to share if time were so kind
but she is a fickle beast, time, rarely tamed,
and against all longing and will I close the door between us
until that wicked temptress loosens her grip once more.