She's My Mona Lisa. Poem by Crimson Love

A faceless moon, rises
as eyelids grow heavy.
A pale silhouette, next to me.
Ivory skin; Crimson red lips.
Her hair lightly tousled,
Her eyes filled with sleep,
and her body heavied by dreams.

The slow inhale followed by the sweetest exhale.
I Watch every detail,
when I, myself cannot manage a wink.

She's more, than a goodnight sleep,
she's flawless; a masterpiece,
Something incomparable,
she's a work of art.

She's my Mona Lisa.