The Art of Love

being able to love again and thankful to have your heart repaired

I wake to the touch of a morning kiss,

Softly teasing you with my eyes as I just stare at you 

I feel your arms tighten around my waist

Sealing yet another  kiss 

Non existent space…

I stare into your face 

Feeling blessed for the millionth time.

Murmuring a silent prayer of thanks…

At a dark, dark time you were sent to me

To shed some light on my weakening being.

I held on tight to you secure hands

As you pulled me out of a painful mess…

I found the smile I thought I had lost

I found love so serene and pure

I found your eyes so full of care

As it healed so well my bruised soul..

I kiss your brow slow and soft

Anxious not to wake you up…

Tears form, spilling my out love 

I see your eyes open up

Just as a drop runs down my cheek

I feel your hands brushing it off…

Now I know the art of love