While you sleep
I watch your steady breathing.
What would I do without you?
I know your voice in silence,
your motion in stillness,
the essence of you.
The world is richer
because you’re in it.
You chose my world.
I’m glad.
To share my life with you
is gift beyond imagining,
yet here we are.
When I was sad
you came, poured us tea,
and listened to my tears.
How did you learn
to know me so well,
every mood, shade, and nuance?
I think of that time
when you said nothing,
just held my hand warmly.
February 6, 2013 at 5:32 pm
Another beautiful poem!