I wake to the touch of a morning sun.
Softly teasing my eyes apart.
I feel your arms tighten around.
I turn around to face you.
Feeling blessed for the millionth time.
I stare at your sleeping self.
Murmuring a silent prayer of thanks.
At a dark dark time you were sent to me.
To shed some light on my weakening being.
I held on tight to your secure hands.
As you pulled me out of a painful mess.
I found the smile i thought i had lost.
I found love so serene and pure.
I found your eyes full of care as it healed so well my bruised soul.
I kiss your brow slow and soft.
Anxious not to wake you up.
Tears form at my eyes spelling my love.
I know that is the art of love.
I was gifted with it and eternally crowned. Thanks for loving me.
