In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
As my lover lies in restful grace,
I awaken to a cherished scene.
To hold her close, a silent joy serene—
Her breath, a gentle whisper on my skin,
Her warmth melding with mine within.
Watching her lips curve into a dream’s smile,
Her hair, a disarrayed charm, lies spread in style;
Like a wispy cloud adrift in morning’s glow,
I am reminded: There is nothing so beautiful As watching your lover sleep.