This Gift

I hold in my hand a gift. A part of me desires to give it to you but another part of me fights to hold onto it. My other hand reaches over and covers it up.

I look at it once again before looking over at you. This gift is too fragile to just hand over with careless abandon. It will not take much to break it. It is a tender gift and the concept of bestowing it to you is a terrifying thought.

Will you guard it with the abandon that I have? Would you treasure it? Will you make this gift the most important entity in your life? Would you value it for its whole worth?

Do you understand how delicate it is? Crystal has nothing on the frailty of my gift. This gift can only take so much of a beating. It will rebound but eventually it will shatter if not guarded properly.

You look in my eyes and I see understanding shining in them. The realization of the severity of such a gift makes you nervous. Slowly your confidence returns. I open my hand and impart my gift to you. You devote yourself to caring for it endlessly. I sigh in relief as I dedicate my heart to you.

I Am Blessed

Slowly I awake from my slumber. My senses become alive and I turn to look at you. I know exactly where you are, you are always there. Moonlight provides the backdrop as I adjust to the darkness to make out your profile. Your chest rises and falls with each breath as vital to me as it is to you.

A smile makes its way to my face as I recognize what the man beside me means to me. Your eyes that are shut to the world know will be dancing with the love of life when you open them. My hand slowly brushes your cheek. You moan before turning to rest your head on the palm of my hand. The face of the man that I love is now framed in my hands. It is as beautiful in the darkness as it is in sunlight. This face that when smiling could light up a town in a blackout. This face that shows truth and sincerity could cause even the biggest cynic to trust.

Your hand reaches out to touch mine. These hands are so strong and yet so gentle. They aren't afraid of hard work or the caresses of an infant. My eyes travel down the body that reposes next to me. That body that has given me countless hours of protection. Wrapped in those toned arms the world only consists of two people.

You stir. Mumbling my name you pull me into those arms of refuge and love. I settle in to sleep away the rest of the night. Reinforced in my mind night after night as I study you is this, I am blessed.