tender

the way it feels when you cup my cheek how you softly sing along to folk music the murmured I love yous as you drift off, as if that's the last thing on your mind as you reach sleep there is nothing beyond you in these tender moments of love nothing beyond your arms, this room there is only me and you and this love we've built together you drift off before me I softly kiss your temple, brush the hair from your face and silently promise to protect this.