Gently, I wake from your side.
I love your serene face on the pillow,
The soft, fluttering eyelashes on cheeks,
The strong, resting hands tucked underneath.
But I won’t kiss you, or touch you for
I don’t wish to disturb your dreaming,
So, I watch, and I smile up at the light.
It happens every morning, this feeling,
and I think just isn’t she the sweetest human?
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 8:38 AM UTC
Gently, I wake from your side.
I love your serene face on the pillow,
The soft, fluttering eyelashes on cheeks,
The strong, resting hands tucked underneath.
But I won’t kiss you, or touch you for
I don’t wish to disturb your dreaming,
So, I watch, and I smile up at the light.
It happens every morning, this feeling,
and I think just isn’t she the sweetest human?
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