She laid there,
While he stroked the few hairs out of her face.
Her body lay still but her eyes open the slightly.
The sun hits them before she could lay them on his blue ones.
She moved closer to his body,
Which emulated heat,
Which was much needed on the cold December mornings.
He embraced the love of his life,
And wished this moment never passed,
Almost as much as she did.
They were each others antidote.
Even though he had enough energy to fuel the world;
And she liked to lay in bed all day.
They always found a medium.
They fight for each other against all odds,
If they didn’t, when apart insanity would take over.
She took his hand and intertwined their fingers.
Showing the world that it was meant to be.
And that would never change