With Love

Love,
Do you love the way I do.

In silence,
I hear the sweet sounds,
That escaped your lips.

The rise of your heart,
Like galloping unicorns,
That Put me to sleep.

Your fingers,
Clutched between mine,
Passing heat and warmth.

I wait,
For the early morning light,
To see the many colours of your skin.

Love,
Who with love, created you.