As you lie, in a peaceful slumber,
blissfully unaware of my settled gaze
snaking over your eyes, your face
I slip in close to touch your lip
as you let out a soft sigh, I smile
and gather you close to rest your head
in the cradle of my arms

I wonder oft if love turns a man
able to feel what a woman does
when she holds her baby in her hands
as it wriggles its fingers and toes

what makes all pain, and turmoil in love
worth it at all
is the simple beauty of moments like this
that can make even Goliath fall