Your Breathing

Your steady breathing next to mine Is sweeter than the sweetest wine. Just knowing that you’re always there Is like an answer to a prayer. You are my anchor and my rock; My savings bond, my rising stock. You feed my stomach and my soul; Without you, I would not be whole. At night, each whispered breath I measure Poofs into the air like treasure. So much comfort can be found Within that quiet, peaceful sound. Often, sleep won’t heed my call; But as you slumber, I’m in thrall. Each exhale, as it disappears, Is like sweet music to my ears.