You always say
That when I wake up in the morning
My eyes are always full of wonderment,   
But the wonderment you see
Is all about
Waking up and seeing you.
You are wonderment,
That teases,
And provokes,
The desire within
Like no other.
You are wonderment,
Muse, Goddess,
Everything anyone ever wanted,
Everything anyone ever desired.
Our paths crossed,
Against all the improbable odds,
So whenever I wake up
And you're lying beside me,
What else could my eyes
Be full of,
Save Wonderment?