Cold Feet

In the dark I wake from slumber,

to watch you sleeping sound.

and I think I am a cumber,

to peace that you have found.

I tug the quilt that neatly wound,

about our legs and feet.

I smooth a pillow, soft and round,

to place beneath your head so neat.

I hold you close under the sheet,

and dream of future life.

A future filled with passions heat,

as you are now my wife.

A fleeting thought begins to billow,

I may smother you with a pillow.