Closeness

A poem about the closeness of lovers

Blonde hair in my face
as she sleeps with grace
resting right in front of me.

In my arms she is wrapt
up in a gentle morning nap
softly woken by a morning breeze.

The night we have shared
both of our souls bared
to a point of no turning back.

This point scares me a little
for I know she is not fickle
showing how much she cares.

This world can be cruel
and I am no fool
but with her I rise above it all.

To soar on eagles wings
I listen as she sings
of a beautiful, beautiful love.