My favourite

My favourite room was always the study
With the big French windows that overlooked mama's garden
And the golden stream of sunlight that beamed in lighting up the entire space
It was the endless rows of books that adorned the pale walls
And that rich smell of newly printed paper that hung in the air
My chest constricts now seeing you here
Watching as you sway from side to side rocking on your feet and nibbling your bottom lip
Your eyes roaming the paper backs and the hard covers trying to decide
Finally I see the slight smile twist the corners of your lips as you picked up a book, a light in your eyes
Tucking your feet under you as you settle in to read
The clouds roll in and thunder rumbles as the sky cries
You crack open the window, sticking your face out as rain drops fall on your cheeks
Looking out into the flower beds, inhaling petrichor as water drops from the leaves
Observing all this makes me think you're truly happy
Turning around you see me standing in the hallway quietly watching you
Like a child being caught you wring your fingers together and give a nervous laugh
Like tinkering bells it warms my heart and I shake my head
I couldn't have asked for a better wife or even a better friend.