I Know He Loves me

I can see him now.  And I just lost a second of my life.  All rapped up in his beauty.  He's coming towards me.  I could recognize his walk anywhere, he lacks the oppression of the word with every slight movement he is swift and graceful.  He has that smile on his face.  A smile that says nothing can tare him down, a smile that says he's happy.  I smile that lacks every where I go.  But I know there are simple pleasures in this world.  Just as well as he knows.  I see his blue eyes.  Reflecting the world and time and happiness.  My reflection in his eyes pale blue, with a look I have never seen on my face before.  I feel like I know so much.  I know so little.  All I know is that I love him.  
He's looking at me with those eyes, and that face.  And we are alone in this world.  But I have him.  Forever and always.  I have him.  And he has me.  He looks at me and I know nothing.  Struck straight to the heart.  With every second one confused, horrible layer of this world is peeled away.  
He reaches for my hand.  Warm on cold.  He told me he would watch after me.  He told me he would protect me.  And now I know he was telling the truth.  Truth is gentle, truth is a lamb.  Truth is the way he touched my hand gentle, but firm.  Knowing so much with one touch.  Not a second wasted.  It all means so much.  His hand pulls me into him.  Warm, so warm.  I can feel his heart beating, so human, so real, so perfect.  
I lay my head on his chest his shirt is soft and warm from the heat of his body.  He is strong and sculpted unlike myself, his head towers over me.  I can see that brown hair when I look up, brushing lightly in front of his eyes.  And I know he's beautiful.  He sees my eyes looking up at him.  His swift graceful movements continue as he bends over to reach the hight of my head.  I can see his lips, slightly cracked and dry, just so i'm reminded that he is not perfect.  Even though that is all i want to believe.  He fluidly pulls his hand form the side that is not gently pressed against my hand.  He reaches for my face.  Slow, but with intention.  I can feel his eyes burning, studying every detail on my face.  As he pulls me in and my whole world crashes down.  Perfect, everything perfect.  His lips on mine.  So soft.  So loving, like he would never hurt me.  I know so little.  But i do know, that he loves me.