The Loved You in the Morning

I loved to watch you comb,
Your scarlet, falling hair,
I loved how when you pressed the sheets,
We threw them everywhere,

I loved the way you grabbed my hand,
In tender, reckless greed,
I asked about the morning,
You laughed insouciantly,

Tempted by a few more minutes,
In the golden hour,
By a night that wouldn’t last,
You dressed, I had a shower,

I loved you in the morning,
And watched you pass me by,
I loved the love I gave to you,
The love I left behind.