"You are my day...the night isn't for you," he said softly as he kissed her head again. He had missed her so much. He smiled. He didn't know what to do about having to be gone so long. How had she been? What had she done? He kissed her softly enjoying the moment. A small teasing smile started to play at his lips.
A thought pulled them slightly upwards. "Why do you think you're the night? I must inform you that you are wrong. You're too sweet to be the night. To pure.... soft..and loving. You're much more like the sun," he spoke softly as he pushed her hair back. "I am like the night."
Softly he kissed her again. "How is my son?"
A thought pulled them slightly upwards. "Why do you think you're the night? I must inform you that you are wrong. You're too sweet to be the night. To pure.... soft..and loving. You're much more like the sun," he spoke softly as he pushed her hair back. "I am like the night."
Softly he kissed her again. "How is my son?"
