Love...

You are in a light sleep. You turn over, it is Sunday morning, and you don't feel like getting out of bed. Your sight rests on your love. She is in a sound sleep. There is a wisp of hair on her face, you brush it aside and then you gaze, and then you slowly plant a kiss on her lips! She wakes up, throws an eye on you and smiles, and slips back into her reverie! All else in the world turns insignificant save for that smile! You know you are where you want to be, you are even scared for your ambition! If this is satisfaction, will I have any motivation left in life? Then you cup her face in your hands, promise yourself that this is one last kiss that you would give and then not disturb her anymore! And when you do kiss on her cheek, she brushes it aside with a soft "uhhhhh", half-intentioned cosying herself into your arms, and the other half trying to avoid your bristled cheek! And then, you know that love is magical!

LOVE, I miss thee!