My little runaway,
You sneak into my bed
under the cover of night,
and hide yourself under my blankets
till the morningtide.

The soft blue glow of dawn,
laying across your gentle face
like a sheet of silk.

No sounds in the room,
just the beatings of our hearts.
Two souls in perfect isolation.

Like the first early notes
of morning bird's hymns,
a single, soft,
euphonious note,
gently woven into a restful
sigh of slumber's gratification
softly kisses our morning
quiescence to life.

My heart skips two beats
at the sound of your sleepy
little honey-sweet voice,

"..will you marry me.."

The whole room seems to smile.

Your little arms wrap snugly around me,
your apple leaf eyes look up at me,
begging for just one more hour
of loving rest before you have to
run away again.