You sleep. Blissfully unaware of the tears,
that well in my eyes,watching you so sound asleep.
Wondering what you are dreaming about right now,
In and out, in and out, I observe that breath,
and come closer to see those lines on your forehead,
Forming a slight frown as light falls on your eyes,
and I see your forehead relax as I block the light from you.
I can spend a day staring at that fine-looking face,
At a spur of the moment,reality hits hard.
Suddenly, I know, I cannot stare anymore.
I have to set an alarm for the next morning,
to welcome a hustle-bustle filled day ahead of us,
where I cannot even look at you to my heart's content,
and....live the moment.