Morning Shift Poem by immanuel santos

early morning my phone alarmed
not enough sleep only two hours spent
and blamed no one because it was worthy
for i explicit the night with thought of you.

after few rushed hour, hair blows anywhere
didn't know where the comb is, even spec left
but my suit nicely wear for you told me with care,
did i look creepy? indeed, i do it to show your will.

my sweat fall while im on the lift, i can feel you
coming next, and the posture stumble near
with the fingers and palms resembles the hair,
then you came our eyes glows with so much lure.

how i wish i can tinge you by saying, you look so pretty!
everyday i wanna say thank you i have you my baby!
even i look not so gloomy yet i dressed up for you only
because my love stuns at you always and mighty!