To the man I love

It is early morning and the sun is shining
through the blinds in the bedroom window.
I am awake but it is not yet time to get up.

Slowly I turn over and face you next to me in bed.
You are asleep, maybe you are dreaming?

Your eyelids are closed, hiding your blue eyes.
Blue eyes I easily and often loose myself in.

Your body is resting right here next to mine.
And I am here:
Happy. Content. In love.

(July 2006)