Sleeping as eyes were affixed

Stirring. Peaceful. Perfect.

Head gracing the pillow as wonders danced

Eyes slowly opened as the gaze was caught red-handed

A quaint smile stole across the breath-taking visage

And in that, all was safe.

In that, all was nothing.

In that, time…breath…all is nothing.

In that, joy and fear could not hold a candle.

Over the moon, and the cow begs the question if I could love you more.