She sleeps quietly and perfectly still,
With defined features and a strong will.
I can't help but look her way,
Attracted by what, she did not say.
Her hair creeps down onto her face,
As her heart rate begins to race.
Her freckled nose looks so cute,
While her breathing is set on mute.
Her lips look soft, but I dare not touch,
Because I don't think, she likes me much.
Her cheeks so round, that I wish to give them a kiss,
And her long smooth neck, which I couldn't miss.
The sunlight soon emphasizes all of her face,
As she wakes up, with most certain grace.
She opens her eyes, which are beautiful as well,
Looking at me with a little smile, but nothing to tell.
She soon falls back to sleep, peaceful once more,
Her smile was so strong; I almost fell to the floor.
I continue to look at her in a friendly way,
Hoping I can see her beauty the very next day.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
