I open my eyes and there he is.
His arms around me hold me close.
Every second is utter bliss.
His kiss is my medicine and I need a dose.
His sweet scent washes over me, a wave.
He stirs and I can't help but stare.
These moments I wish I could save.
His embrace is my air.
His eyes open and at last my sunrise.
He presses me to him with kisses so sweet.
I pray his touches are not lies.
He brushes my skin and my heart skips a beat.
Could I truly be in love.
Me? A person so cold.
My personal angel sent from above.
Love? To this idea I'm sold.