The Beach.

I hold your hand every night, against my face.
For comfort, out of love, with my eyes and memory, your skin I trace.
Devotion swells with every testimony of the man you become, I see.
You capture our means, our hearts, you capture me.My enchantment grew with your quality of astonishment that is so effortless.
Your ability to make me fell protected,what it does to me is priceless.
I love you more than I thought I could, I love you for reasons I never I would.
Luck cannot even start our story, it cannot contain my chance of having you.
I am blessed to have you as my best friend,my diary, I'm blessed to love you.
I will hold your hand every night, as long as I can.
It was the missing piece, you and I, hand in hand.
It will be just you and me whispering,just like our love began.

My Morning

I wake up in a world that is soft and pink.
With little brown eyes staring, without a blink.
She tells me a story every morning.
It's never one I understand....but I'm learning.
I hold her in my arms for as long as I can, under the cover.
I close my eyes, breath, and think... "wow, I'm her mother."
Her brown curls dance on my face
I live in a world of laughs and lace.
Every morning she is warm with happiness
Every morning I melt, other problems are pointless.
My mornings, my days are my reminders.
My mornings, my days are my saviors.
I wake up in a world that is smiling and glowing
With long eye lashes, I feel the love flowing.

Introduction

I write in my head every night before I go to bed. In the mornings I try to get it out, but it's stuck in a place I haven't found yet. This is going to be my place to try and piece together my nighttime poetry.