The sound of her heart beat matches the rhythm of her lullaby, Her breathing blends beautifully in to her tempo as she lets out a soft sigh, Exhaling gently but with a whisper of a note held high, Her ribcage slowly expands and contracts to and fro, Her breaths are subtle and shallow, For her motionless lips sing a song sweet and mellow, As her head rests gently against a pillow, The softness of her skin shares the complexion of the light falling snow, The gleam of the pale moonlight gives her skin a peaceful glow, Befitting one so refined and fair, For the passive illumination gives no glare, Merely accents the fine undertone of her feminine features, Most becoming of all Gods creatures, Still, mostly, as if kissed by death, Yet it would be my own life to take away her breath, It was then that she awoke... Then spoke... I love you.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 19:41:41 +0000
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