Staring at me,
Making sure that i'm O.K.
Looks through the window and sees me sleeping.
I know that he's there for me at any moment I need him.
It's morning and he still sits there,
Observing my every move.
I wake up every morning,
Knowing that he's going to be sitting there,
On the bed,
Looking through the window,
Observing me.
My feelings for him are strong.
This is why I call him my Savior.
May 28/2009
British Columbia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem