Saturday, April 17, 2010


Let me tell you the many joys of watching the person you love sleep. The eyes, oh the eyes are lost in dreamland. Closed but still moving as if they are looking right into yours. The lips, those silent lips. Not a single word, not a sound. He lies there so innocent and fragile. Just a blue blanket for protection. That same blue blanket keeps the cold out.
Then, when you sit there and appriciate one of Gods angels, his eyes open, his hand reach for yours. He is beautiful.


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