You sit straight in your chair.
The lamplight is bright.
A book open on your lap.
You look straight ahead;
Your eyelids close a little,
Then open; close again.
Your lips press tight,
Relax, press tighter.
Across the room, I watch,
Glad to see you thinking.
My book lies closed on my lap.
I forgot to mark the page,
But I don’t care.
Your hair is like a halo,
And you are my angel.