My Sleeping Angel Poem by Mike poet

I see my sleeping angel
she tastes as sweet as velvet cake,
so here I sit in silence
as I long for her awake.

Surely she is my angel
whispering my name,
in dreams we are entangled
awake we are the same.

She has been my source, loves poetry
from beginning of rhymes life
lonely moments, daydreamed fantasy
epidemic rhymes of perfect wife.

Here she lies in our bed
unawakened morning bliss,
wishes soon to be fulfilled
wedding promise sealed in a kiss.