Don't cry because you know 
that his love has slipped away.
Because he used to be a boy who
watched the sun rise every day.
One morning I sat with him
and I was entirely in awe.
But the boy had viewed it so
much that 6 six a.m. was all he saw.
You are a brilliant sunrise, with
your darkness-breaking light.
I know he has forgotten days without
you are cold and long dark nights.
He cannot see your beauty,
he has taken you for granted;
but that doesn't mean you have
failed to leave others enchanted.
You deserve love from someone who
will appreciate how you always rise again.
I hope he regrets ever coming to see you
as just another six a.m.