This is how it feels

So this is how it feels to have You sleep on my chest for hours as I look at You.
The strands of hair
That I wrap around my finger.
Where does Your tenderness come from?

This is how it feels to have You breathe on my face and to enjoy Your warmth.
The slow flutter of the eyelashes
As you mutter nothings in your sleep.
Where does Your innocence come from?

So this is how it feels to have the weight of Your head on my shoulders.
The look Your eyes give
When You glance at me.
Where does Your loving come from?

-Vinaykrishnan.