All through the night as you slept,
The skies up above; their dew wept,
An angel from the heavens I saw through the pane,
No one would contradict that, I'm not insane,
For this your appearance asleep,
Your gorgeous face in the glow of the moon deep,
Beautiful as a rose in full bloom,
Sometimes watching you I'm afraid to loom;
Next to you; such is the sight of you,
These words I speak true,
So serene and peaceful,
To describe you is quite the mouthful,
Curves flowing like the ink from my pen,
Your steady breathing would lullaby men,
The skin on you so supple,
Cashmere, velvet, sheepskin could not topple,
To touch you, nothing would deserve,
A roses petals would shy away; Id reserve;
Not a word to explain, to illustrate,
Such beauty; none could recreate,
Exquisite perfection,
All your flaws escape my detection,
If others saw you as I do,
A whole nation would rise at your feet to do;
None but your every desire,
To quench your every thirst, to light your every fire,
My fortunate eyes have been blessed,
Your delicate silhouette they've caressed,
Heavenly, blissful, divine,
I'd pray to God for you to be mine...
© okpoet