Kevin C. Krinke

by Kevin C. Krinke

It’s a Sunday morning and I roll over in bed,
To see you sleeping, resting your sweet head.
I carefully move your hair from your face,
You blink and then turn to your resting place.

I gently follow with your every curve,
My eyes don’t wander nor shake a nerve.
I just breathe and wait patiently,
Waiting for you to wake, quietly.

One eye flutters, and then the other,
A tug at the blanket and return for cover.
I simply watch and gaze with awe,
My heart does pound and I soon thaw.

I melt with the moment and flow with ease,
I watch you wake, silently begging please.
Then it happens, just not one at a time,
You open your eyes and they connect with mine.

At that moment my heart begins to jump,
It beats, it purrs, it begins to thump!
You blink once then twice, no three times today,
and you look up to me, and smile and say

“Why are you staring at me in that way?”
I cannot reply so I just simply say;
“I don’t know but I can’t help myself,
your currency is beauty and you have great wealth.”

That’s when it hits, like a rocket in the sky,
My love for you connects through your eye.
So I stare for a little while longer,
Basking in your beauty, only makes me stronger.

I wonder if you will ever feel this way,
About me or just anyone else per-se.
For it truly is a wonderful gift,
To know that love lasts even past our great rift.