I look upon her face lying on my pillow,
Lit by the light of my bedroom window,
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm.

I look upon her hair, soft and fair,
Unable to find the words to compare,
Answers she has given me in times of pain,
That love and hope will visit again.

I look upon her lips, moist and red.
Giving me life when all was...