What more he can ask for?

He searched for her
Holding the torch to find her
In that sheer darkness 
Moving covers, curtains and blankets  
Besides the book shelf,  
Near the hallway and kitchen  
She wasn't there outside
Not to be seen even in the sombre terrace
Where was she , he wondered  
He jumped to her squeals of laughter  
Sitting on his chair playfully mocking at him  
Promising not to trouble him again whilst a wink  
He held her soft hands and caressed her face  
Sensing a relief to find here, he forgave her  
He belonged to her, every inch of him
He sat besides her enjoying her company  
She- his beloved muse was with him.