the eyes she sees when she looks at herself

have changed so much given inner wealth

with this love he gives her she has grown

and found a self shes never known

 

she cannot sleep

she watches him

the room is warm

the light is dim

 

 

as she sleeps he watches gently

with each breath so eloquently

if she is still or if she stirs

afraid to touch

lest she demurs

 

 

 

i sit in anticipation, trying to either desparetely squelch this anxiety or turn it tone into hope.  frightened, exhilarated....not knowing whether to stay with the positive groove,or shift into a mood more condusive to accepting disappointment.

 

this deep dark hole in which i sink

so saddened i just sit and think

with lips so heavy mouth not speaking

heart so burdened pain is leaking

lost in this deep abyss

will there be an end to this?

the tired, sluggish

headachy feel

is giving me its

old raw deal

i do not know

from whence it comes

only that it makes me glum

lopsided notions

not cured by potions

not even by the

precious ocean

time itself will wear this out

so until then

ill sit and pout

he holds her close

she holds his heart

both so together 

from the start

and where theyve

been

all theyve been through

they found each other

each day feels new