I've stroked your cheek with my hand what must be a hundred times, but your enchantment on my heart has not left me. What use is sleep to me when I can dream of you now, here?
Don't roll away, my love. Let me hold you as you rest. I'll listen to the soft rasp of your snores and brush the tangled strands of turquoise from your face.
Be well, sweet love. I'm watching over things for you. You have nothing to fret over now. Your deep inhale as you adjust in your slumber — You rub your face and pull the blanket up closer. You're cold — I'll help tuck you deeper.
I love the life we've built. I would not trade it for anything. There is nowhere you can go that I will not follow. Body and soul alike has mended to mine, your hands and fingers intertwined to me. We are not perfect, and that is more than okay. That is a grace. That is something phenomenal.
I am here.
I will hold you.
