In a Poem...

The rain was on their roof. Early morning cool breeze slowly came through the open window, the curtains dancing with its rhythm. Her head was on his shoulder, his soft breath as a mesmerizing chant wrapped her in sadness. She was not slept that night. Still she was glad that he was sleeping, calm, and her smell wrapping him in a serine sense of belonging. The rain sounded sweet, as his love that made her life meaningful. At that moment as a line in his poem, she belonged to him, body and spirit.