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So Beautiful - Poem

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ShimmeringDewdrops

Published: Apr 24, 2017

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The gentle rising of a chest
A warm breeze blows a soft breathed breath
Sunlight seeps through the window pane
And lips sweetly whisper your name

Eyes awide abandon sleep
Yet do not do so reluctantly
A smile creased - the corners fold
A sight beheld - so beautiful

And all at once a tear doth fall
Not in regret, but instead in awe
For what wonder is felt within my soul
Knowing you are mine... and I am yours

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