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,
she's a work of art.
She's my Mona Lisa.
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