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.