Love's Labour regained

Can see only the top of your head.
The nose and mouth are snuggled into my bosom.
The arm thrown over me holds me tight
as if the fear of my going away is real even in dreams.
The legs are wrapped around mine.

I can't move. Nor do I want to.
Can't bear to disturb your sleep.
Caressing your hair, I wonder how many more hands have done this.
How many other women have lain awake,
in order to cradle you this way?

No, you didn't say you wanted me to
But your body says it wants to be held close
It wants to be reassured
It wants to be loved.

I am tired too,
Sleep touches the corners of my eyes
But I don't want to miss this exquisite moment
I have lived through so many sleepless nights for this
this opportunity,
this right to hold you close,
to touch the tip of your ears with my tongue
and watch as you shiver ever so slightly

what is it that I am feeling right now?
Its not lust,
its not even love like the romances describe it to be
I feel like a mother watching over her young,
I feel like a sister slowly caressing her younger sibling
I feel like a mistress who can with a few touches arouse passion in her man
(Mind you I don't do anything of the sort.)

I feel, oh I just feel,
I feel complete.