March 16, 2011

My dearest,

When you laugh in bed
Reading your Chinese fantasy novel
Giggling like a little girl
Deep under our quilt you curl
I think of what I could have instead
Nothing could be better than this in the world.

When you touch me in your sleep
Your hand on my shoulder
Grabbing me, rousing me
But you are still dreaming, I see
So happy, so content, in your slumber deep
May this be, always, as we grow older
Together.

Yours, ever and always.