Rub your sleepy eyes ---
   Hues that pushed their way through gritty snow
   Reminding her that spring was coming back again
--- Blinded by sugary light.

Blink away the phosphene ---
   That blurred orbs of kelp on the shore
   Freckled with splinters of driftwood in a bonfire
--- Until you see her.

Reach out your arms ---
   Sore from the bed space you gladly surrendered
   Dangle an arm over her draped, silken body
   The surface of her pristine white, form-fitting
   Nightgown that pooled around her like liquid silk
   Caressing her skin like a cool autumn breeze
--- Hold your precious girl.

It's true that she ---
   Snored when she was exhausted, especially after dancing
   Her parted lips hushed sounds of deep slumber
   A noise ever so pure, graceful, and mellifluous
   In her dream, she steps into a field
   Of beautiful flora that accentuated her azure eyes
   Captivating the untouched, dark corners of your heart
   And licked them until sparks crackled with adoration
   This curious wanderer that chased butterflies and prose
--- Never knew your worth.