watching your lover sleep

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.