Leon’s Poetry

Just For Us

Contented, cozy mornings
Life’s most precious gift to me
For as long as I remember

Snuggled under heavy blankets
Warmed even more by the softness
Of your body close to mine

Holding you, or being held
This is where all my dreams
Begin . . . and end

No moment in life could be
More dear than each new
Shared awakening

This is the truth of life
The only thing that matters
Each morning with you

In words of prose
I could tell the world
Of this overwhelming joy

I could write of
But no . . .
Some moments are just for us