To wake next to one so beautiful and gaze upon the quiet content face of love itself.
Watching her chest rise and fall as the very breath she breathes moves her gentle frame in mesmerising rhythm, unknowingly casting her spell upon me.
Her heart.
beating,
pounding,
slowly,
drumming the unhurried, pacing whispers of love into my own.
I touch her. She stirs, blissfully engaged in a world where she floats un-inhibited, encapsulated in the warmth of my love.
I trace over her sweet, soft, serene form. Fragrance of sleep intoxicates my thoughts.
I touch my lips upon her brow and catch the sweetened, aromatic essence of love.
She sighs silently.
Chest rising into my world meeting my mouth and then falling away, sinking once again to return into the unknown dream within she travels.

The mornings first light gently creeps through the twilight onto her motionless form.
Kissing her softness, filling her with a glowing quiescence.
The rushing silence stills my aching heart.
My soul yearns for her, hungers for her touch.
I stroke her hair and trace the outline of her neck.
She turns into my embrace and wakens.
I am lost in her eyes.