I wake to the touch of a morning sun,
Softly teasing my violet eyes apart.
I feel your arms tighten around me.
Sealing yet another,
Non existent space...
I turn around to face you.
Feeling blessed for the millionth time.
I stare at your sleeping self,
Murmuring to the Gods a silent prayer of thanks...
At a dark, dark time you were sent to me,
To shed some light on my weakening being.
I held on tight to you secure hands,
As you pulled me out of a painful mess...
I found the smile I thought I had lost.
I found love so serene and pure.
I found your eyes so full of care.
As it healed so well my bruised soul..
I kiss your brow slow and soft,
Anxious not to wake you up...
Tears form spelling my love.
I see those smoldering crimson irises open up.
Just as a teardrop runs down my cheek.
I feel your thumb brush it off...
That I know is the art of love I was gifted with.
And eternally crowned...

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 841 AF.