Treasue Me Moment, Treasure Me Dream Poem by Mathew Lewis

I cannot describe to anyone the nirvana
Of rousing in the morning and feeling her body next to mine.
We fit! We work! I am comfortable!
I idolize her touch,
The soft brilliance of her skin,
The golden shrill of her shine in the morning light,
The beauty in her half opened eyes,
The peace in her breath,
The warmth in her breasts,
The way she always makes me smile.
I treasure such moments,
Because they are mine;
To have, to hold, to remember.
Tomorrow it might not be the same,
But at least I can always dream.