The Look of Love...

...is in my eyes ---I can hardly wait to hold him, feel my arms around him.
Can't help staring at the man sleeping on my bed. And yes, this is like a fairytale come true. Here I am, typing my fingers away on my crunchy keyboards, hoping that he wouldn't wake.

Sigh.

This is too good to be true.

I'm looking again at him, mee-oh-my-oh! I really can't help myself. He's like Apollo on the bed of Venus (which is me, ahem!) and there he lies in his sleep... I can go on forever ranting about this, citing words of wisdom from the aged fables and myths, comparing him to the numerous gods gracing every religion's pantheon.

Another sigh.

He's sooo... soooo... words cannot even describe him. I am left speechless on how to describe the way he looks while he sleeps peacefully on MY bed. Hah! Full of reclamation and possession, yes I am! This is the man who will father my child, the man who will return my passionate kisses, the man who will embrace me on those cold dark nights. The man who will love me in return.

The same man who is the crux of all my fears, my insecurities and tears. The same man whom I cried over these past few months. The same man who, I never see the future with. Perhaps. The future is always vague, and unless I rely on my divination talents again, I can never know.

And there, he sleeps on my bed. The man of my dreams is caught up in his own dreams. Am I the one in it... or is it somebody else...?

Here I go again with my paranoia.

He looks so handsome against the white sheets, the gentle wind from the airconditioning making his hair dance like grass on the hillside. Can't help sighing and staring at this man on my bed. Some will say that I am a lucky girl --- a big catch huh. But no. I don't think so... if only things are different, then I'd consider myself as lucky.

If only he'd tell me (even as a mumble in his sleep) what he thinks or feels for me, then I'll stop this non-sense.

I'll continue to look at him, stare at him while he sleeps. I'll continue to feel his breath against my cheeks as I lay next to him later. Tonight, he's all mine.

I love you. Perhaps I really do. Can you see it in my eyes, Sweetie?