My fingers lightly creep,
And wrap around your waist,
I know that you're asleep,
I must not make much haste...
I trace you with a finger,
To the outline of your hip,
There I wonder and I linger,
With my subtle fingertip...
I love the way light casts,
Over your strong frame,
Hoping that this lasts,
Hope you'll stay the same...
I gaze at your sleepy face,
And smile to myself again,
And to your lips I trace,
Softness of summer rain...
Watching the world begin to wake,
Your warmth is so true,
Won't shiver or shake,
Because I'm with You.
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