Awake! My eyes—
opened to you, casting off sleep,
to find heaven nestled beside me.
Oh, what grace, what gentle skin!
An angel’s presence in soft repose.
I never dreamed to witness
what my mind dared not conceive,
yet here you are—so real,
with lips still kissed by slumber’s breath.
I am smaller now, a speck,
before the vastness of your beauty.
Surely, I fell through a rift in heaven’s sky
to land here,
where you sleep, where you snore,
so perfectly angelic.
:: 09.17.2024 ::

September 18th, 2024 at 7:08 am
Beautiful poetry 🌹🌹
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September 18th, 2024 at 8:27 am
Always thankful for your kindness.
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September 18th, 2024 at 9:18 am
Welcome dear friend 🌹🌹
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