It is in this that I lay awake,
In the comfort that I know,
As I turn to greet a ray of light,
Seeps into breaks of leaves,
Greeting me with the morning breeze.
It is in this that I see you smile,
Watching the curve of my face,
Saying you find beauty in it,
Even with rumpled hair and,
A crease, a memory of bliss.
It is in this that I lay my eyes,
Unto your own, loving its fold,
As I gently caress your hair,
Telling you the only truth I embrace,
When I ask myself why I exist.
It is in this that I keep my faith,
Of what we shared,
Of the vows we promised,
Of the heart’s beating we professed,
Of the dreams we are living.
And it is in this moment,
Listening to my own breathing,
To my own existing,
That I am telling,
How I have you,
In my very being,
Falling, falling, falling.