Its early and outside its cold as I can see the wind bending the branches on the silky oak outside our window. I look across and you are sleeping still. Your face is at peace after the frantic nature of your journey. Last night we talked until late, so much catch up, so much laughter, so many stories, so much need to re-establish us.
This morning as I look at you and remember the girl I met all those years ago. Even in sleep I see the vibrant woman you are. I thrill at the expectation of you waking and our day beginning, the first of many. I settle beside you, watching your gentle breathing knowing how lucky I am to know you love me and allow me to love you.
I see your eye open. My heart skips a beat.
chilling breezes blow
soft breathing excites my soul
awaiting your kiss