I guard your sleep
each snore
more precious
than the one before.
I watch your eyelids
flutter
trying to read
your dreams as you dream them.
The wonder of the air
drawn in
to be your breath.
You lie there
like the ordinary
miracle
that you are
God's gift
to me
for wanting you
so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Laughing at this one, it clearly is love when one guards snores! ! ! I tend to want to muffle them out with a nice soft pillow over the face (but of course I don't! ! !) Wicked notions of mine but delicious ones from your pen for your newfoundlove. HG: -) xx