The way it feels to wake before you

Is a pleasure inexpressible

To watch your sleeping face


As if it was the first time

I love to watch your eyes

Bright through sleeping lids

And the meeting of your dark eyelashes

And your pale cheeks

I love your steady breathing


Tickling my face

As if feathers dance from your lips

I love your gentle sighs

Your apparent ease while dreaming

Your sweet face resting soundly

Is a comfort I need

To remind me that you listen

When I send you off to sleep

After whispering "sweet dreams".