Pure magic.

There was a moment,
In the early hours,
When your head lay on my chest,
You squeezed me to be sure,
Then you smiled so blissfully,
Without even opening your eyes,
That I felt the pure magic of a moment.
I knew you were not so ill,
That you would not soon recover.
You were not so sad,
That the warmth and safety of my presence,
Could not brighten your mood,
To glow.
I was tired,
So very tired,
But glowing myself.
You blessed me.
You are my blessing.