I recovered my senses a while before.
Rubbed my eyes, before I was too sure.
She slept beside me serene and pure,
Lent me with thoughts, I began to procure.
With the timid memories of the night,
I could remember the touches so sweet and tight.
Her slumber was free and innocent,
The sun peeping through the curtains also seemed deficient.
Ridden by these thoughts I gazed,
All the worldly issues left me unfazed.
For her beauty was an element to admire,
Wanted to touch but resisted the desire.
Sleep has always been a hallmark of innocence,
All her face radiated was fragility and its significance.
Appeared to me as if she descended from heaven,
The mighty halo that glorified her didn't need to be proven.
Wished, I could command the hour to pause,
To miss what I witnessed , would have been a loss.
Eyes did open after a moment, causing me the inevitable pain,
But the ignorant smile that followed, made me fall for her again.