Love Letter 20

Beside you, I hear your breathing.  Softly in and softly out.  The steady rise and fall of your chest.

It’s a simple sound that everyone makes-but for me, it’s music-the melodious tune of your breath.

Just breathe.  Breathe, and I will listen in rapture.  Just to be near you.  Just to be a silent observer to your beautiful slumber.

I hear you.  I see you.  Dark, long lashes … pouty, soft lips … brown bangs swept off to one side.

To me, even your sleep is loveliness – a performance not to be missed.