For Real.

When I hold you in my arms,
So very close and tight.
I think of our dear future,
So promising and bright.

To see you every morning,
As your hair is in your eyes.
While you lie there sleeping,
And I watch the sun rise.

While you cuddle with your blanket,
With your near-death grip.
As I push your hair aside,
And passionately kiss your lips.

You gently say Hey baby,
As I pull you in so close.
I love the way you love me,
And everyday it grows.

You gently rub my arm,
And lovingly kiss my cheek.
No matter what though,
Everytime my knees get week.

I lose all control,
And rational thoughts.
My love for you,
Is all but lost.