She lays so silently Peacefuly in her bed. Her hair shining in the mid-afternoon sunlight, Her pale skin radiating her beauty, The contour of her half naked body £ying almost lifeless. I reach my hand out to caress her soft cheek, Yet I dare not for fear of her premature waking. The songs of the birds outside her window is The only sound slicing through the silence. She moans in a dream that is vocalized harmoniously, Beautifly. And as she stirs I feel in my heart to rush to her And guide her back to sleep, But, wanting to converse with her, I allow her to awaken.
Reason for writing:
Sitting at the side of my love's bed watching her sleep.
Birth sign: Not entered
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