Eyes Wide Open Always Hopin' For A Song...

I decided that I so loved this idea I ought to really make it shine:

She used to wake up with him long before she had to serve her duty to the day
Simply to be with him, sipping hot tea, and gently whispering with him.
Eyes barely open from exhaustion looking of asian decent, but a contradicting glow within the cheecks to indicate otherwise; an emotion radiating from her face that I knew not the concept of.

I was drawn to it, whatever it was. I would awaken before the sun thought to and patiently wait. The dim light would slip below my bedroom door and I'd listen with closed eyes to see them softly conversing and moving past eachother in love.

The faint music engulfed my ears and I pictured them dancing slowly; almost embracing in circles to the lethargic rhythm. His voice would touch her ears and he'd sing to her before the birds ever had a chance; that tone belonged to her.

Pre-Elementary school assignments consist of little difficulty and mere drawings of happiness and the personal ideas of perfection:
the two of them at five am, dancing gracefully through life came flowing from my crayons