MY LADY’S SLEEPING FACE
In the quiet of the night, as the stars gleam,
I gaze upon my lady’s sleeping face, a precious dream.
Her gentle breath, a rhythmic melody in the air,
I am captivated by her beauty beyond compare.
Soft curls cascade around her peaceful face,
Like tendrils of moonlight, a heavenly embrace.
Her skin, smooth as silk, her cheeks rosy and fair,
Such grace and elegance in every pore I swear.
With closed eyes, she unravels a story untold,
A tranquil voyage through dreams, a world so bold.
Her serene expression, a glimpse into her soul,
A testament of love that makes my heart whole.
As the moonlight dances upon her slumbering form,
I am reminded of the love that keeps us warm.
In her dreams, she walks with grace and delight,
Guided by the stars, embracing the night.
Every curve, every line, tells tales of her life,
Of joys and struggles, of laughter and strife.
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