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|Warm beside me, she lays gently sleeping.|
What sweet magic is this softly breathing?
With the face of an angel framed in curls,
Soft silken tresses, tangled flaxen swirls.
And in innocence, child like seeming,
What mystic beauty lays deeply dreaming?
It seems the sweetest of dreams she must be!
lovingly, trustingly, curled against me.
Yet, no ethereal mirage is she.
I feel this angel tenderly holding me.
Open slowly, those eyes of crystal blue,
And catch me watching this vision of you.
Angelic beauty in your sun lit face.
Peace and serenity in your embrace.
Long have I waited to lay down at night,
Wake in the morning with you at my side!