My eyes traveled over him as if memorizing everything; Every detail, every line. No one could ever take him away from me. His picture; etched upon my mind. I slowly take my hand and lay it over his. I draw the shape of my heart with him. His eyes are deeply focused on the pages of a book. I run my hand along his arm and bring it to rest on top his chest. Watching the movement of every rise and fall as he breaths, knowing he's next to me reassures me. I can hear the sound of your humming softly while you read. I could listen to the sound of you speak for hours. No one gets to hear it like me. Then I hear something so soothing; not as loud as the day. It's the beat of your heart. I wrap my fingers around yours and pull them from the side of your book as you give me a look. Pulling our hands to rest at the top left of my chest, you say, "I love that sound". I close my eyes know as I always do; we both know that the sound is of my heart with you. I lay my head to rest on top of your chest. I feel you kiss the top of my head. Softly whisper. "My love".