"Sweet Thing"

Sweet as the morning
Bright as the light
With the warmth of a thousand sun
That keeps me coming back.

I have been dreaming at night
I have been longing for your return in my life
But it's been as long as
This soul residing inside.

But the days keep passing by
For the months to gather
And feast on this patience ride.
I just feel as a dead picture hanging on the side,
Waiting for your shadow to come
And take me on a ride.