Brown eyes,
brown hair,
soft lips,
strong arms,
a woman's dream. My man.

Intertwined legs,
bodies pressed so close
we sleep nose to nose,
chest to chest, and palm to palm.

He'll get up in the morning
just to watch me wake up,
brush the hair out of my eyes,
and tell me beautiful even when I'm still half asleep.
When I go to walk away he pulls me up against his chest,
cups my chin and whispers softly in my ear,
''Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't live with myself if you did.''
I barely whisper the words, ''I promise''.
He tells me I'm his life, and I believe he means it.