I wake to the touch of a morning sun,
Softly teasing my eyes apart.
I feel your arms tighten around
Sealing yet another
Non existent space.
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 you 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 so 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 spelling my love
I see your eyes open up
Just as a drop runs down my cheek
I feel your hands brushing it off.
That I know is the art of love
I was gifted with
And eternally crowned.