I can’t promise you anything,
I can’t promise that I won’t wake up and want to move away from you,
I can not tell the future, I am here, with you,
now, in the moment, in our bed.
Warming my cold feet against your warm skin,
I run my fingers down the bridge of your nose.
The room is bathed in light, we are bathed in light,
this is what counts, knowing
that this moment is pure.