In thinking one late, starry night, <br />Drowning in thought when most are buried in dreams, <br />A knife ran through my chest, an urge to hear your voice. <br />And so I called you and I said, <br />“Hello, Beautiful.” <br /> <br />I could tell you our life story, <br />Our fights, our laughs, our kids, our triumphs, our failures, <br />And how every day I woke up and I said, <br />“Hello, Beautiful.” <br /> <br />It’s all on you, on you taking that first step, <br />Making that leap of faith, <br />From which a lifetime of joy will spring. <br />And when we’re old and gray <br />We can look back and remember. <br />Remember how I looked at you and I said <br />“Hello, Beautiful.”<br /><br />Abel Bolaños<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-wake-up/
