Shabby You

The morning rays wriggle through our white curtains,
I open my eyes to a sleeping you next to me,
And I stare at your serene face,
Its sharp nose,
The closed eyelids,
The pricky moustache,
The dimple cheeks,
The shabby hair in a mess over your forehead,
The neat border of your beautiful lips,
I see a sleeping child,
A mind at peace,
And I get up cautiously trying not to wake u up,
You open your eyes then and clasp my hands,
And I hide the love bubbling within me and say
'look at you,shabby creature!"
Ill never show,
But you are the best I can have!