Late Night Poetry…

I see your smile
I wish I knew your thoughts
I dream for a while
While quietly thanking god.
“Are they about me?”
I sit there in wonder.
Becoming very anxious
Like a dog during thunder.
Your eyes meet mine
And I’m lost for words.
Your look was so calm 
Not a single concern.
Your lips touch my cheek
Then you whisper,
“Everythings okay,
This weeks just been a kicker...”