in the quiet of morning,
i glance to my side and see my faithful companion,
my soon to be bride.

her hair scatters across the pillow,
beams of gold spun sunlight,
face lax, lips opened wide
as she flitters away
from the cold grey in her mind.

i smile a secret smile,
brush away tiny frowns all the while
she slumbers unaware.

my heart bursts from my chest,
lips brush against her eyes closed to rest.
small murmurs escape her mouth,
protestations mumbled through her pouts.

and still, her mind gives up.
her eyes flutter open,
i succumb
to her baby blues that i belove.

curling close and holding her tight,
for nothing in the world feels quite so right
as she does nestled in my arms
on cold grey morns.