Waking before you and watching you sleep are precious times. In those moments the sweet child within you shows on the face of the beautiful woman you are. I love you for all you have been and yet will be.

From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
I turn around to face you,
hoping that it might seem,
that my face is
the first you see,
when you awaken
from your dream.
Your eyes lock onto mine,
and my skin
ignites with chills,
the love swimming in them,
is such an enormous thrill.
You smile,
and pull me closer,
and I can’t help
but blush.
Just the brush
of fingertips,
and I melt
within your touch.