Peter Van Camp
Sleeping Maiden - Poem by Peter Van Camp
As she lay there so calm and asleep
Her breathing shallow, not very deep
With her hair flowing and slightly messed
I took my hand and her face I caressed.
Unbelievable beauty is what I saw
A hard life had not left even one flaw
Her beauty came from deep inside
Where she was filled with love, honour, and pride.
A prettier sight I have never seen
And my heart went to places it has never been
For hours I could just sit and stare
At this maiden so very lovely and rare.
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