I hear rain's soft drum upon our windowpane, Yesterday's whispers now future's refrain.

As dawn's light calls me to start the day,
I slip away, leaving with a smile in your sweet way.

The cool rain outside, a yearning refrain,
In your arms, I wish to be again.

As we drifted in dreams, playing innocent games,
This message I send, as the morning claims its frame:

"Good morning, my love, work calls me near,
I'll cherish you in thoughts, have no fear.

May your day be as bright as your smile, With love that stretches every mile."