True Love

In the frosty morning air,

windows rimmed in white

He climbs out of the down quilt

tucking it under,

my warm sleeping body.

Hands, worn from hard work

gently caress my forehead.

It has been a great many nights and days

to know him so well.

All between us is the dearest friendship

touched with peace.

His face is kindness and truth,

in his body still linger the fires of passion,

though he is quiet.

When he wraps those arms around me,

stripping me of my fears,

I see the whole world in his eyes.

And life is good.