Young Love

For My husband, steven...

She looks upon his face as he sleeps.
Her company, Her love, he keeps.
Forever in Her heart;
She prays Tthey never part.
At the mere thought, She weeps.

She gently smooths back his dark hair,
With Her hand wipes the sweat from there.
he gently moans,
As his spirit roams,
And he calls Her name into the air.

She smiles at this - a knowing smile,
And holds his sleeping hand for a while.
For he is Her life.
And She would be his Wife.
If only She knew how to beguile.

Elswet O'The DragonFyre™