I don't know
what dreams are made of,
but I know you've taken those pieces
from behind my motionless
eyelids, and you built
a new kind of love
with me.

My sleeping eyes
squinted, as though to smile
and, at the same time, be blinded
by your matchless
beauty.

My tears tell stories,
but these are new stories.
You mended my broken smile.

I never knew you could cry out of

Utter happiness.