Waking up to you

Sometimes I wake up and hear the birds singing, then i hear you and remember the good times. Sometimes I wake up to the moon, then i see you and try to catch my breath. We met in December when you said you hated me, but having you is like nothing i can remember, we'll stay together even after that December.

We might find each other along the way. I still remember when you said we'll break up by May, but the time we spend together goes day by day. You'll still be here by the end of June, then you'll see I love you... just under the moon. I picture that one moment, that one special moment, on that warm day of July... I can picture it now, you actually saying "hi..."