Her hair.

It seems a sunny day,

And I awake gay,

to hear your tiny snores,

like waves on a rumbling shore.

 

I trace your chin gently,

pull the curtains apart,

let the sunlight enter,

and it strikingly lands on you.

It wrenches my heart,

to see the soft light caress wisps of hair strewn across your face,

full of grace.

 

I wish every man could,

wake to a sight like this,

The worlds problems wouldbe replaced by bliss.

I take deep breaths,

And close my eyes,

I could have a million deaths,

But I’d still have you in all my lives.

 

- A poem by the girl in the picture

Done