I love your face
When I can’t sleep
I’ll look at your face beautiful in sleep
When I wake up
Yours is the first face I see
I look at your face beautiful in that half dreaming morning daze
When you talk
Your full lips telling me of your strange nocturnal adventures
Your eyes widening
I look at your face beautiful in that state of wonderment
When we lay together in the afternoon
And your eyelids are half closed
I run my finger along your cheek and across your lips
I look at your face beautiful waiting to be kissed
(for Bryna)
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