David

he sits by the window, stoic    
his gaze set on where  
he can watch for her    
to exit or enter    
    
he looks on steadily never giving    
away any signs of feelings    
one way or another    
he just simply is, fixed    
   
she loves this about him    
how beautifully quiet he is    
firm in his resolve    
to always be there for her    
   
his curls always perfect    
the fullness of his lips    
slightly parted, waiting to share    
something, a word or a kiss perhaps    
she is never certain    
it matters not    
   
he has such beauty about him    
the strength of his nose, chin    
so sure of his position    
never faltering or disappointing    
   
she playfully says his name    
not knowing if he can sense    
her pleasure of always    
finding him right where she left him    
   
a smile    
escaping her lips upon seeing him    
just sitting, waiting for her    
his alabaster skin cool as the moon    
leading her to her door