Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Waking up with you by my side,
Is bliss that can't be bought.
Hearing your light breathing, if not experienced,
Is something that can't be thought.

Buried tight within the sheets,
My boy is still asleep.
Sleep well, dream well, don't wake just yet
For I love to see you snuggled deep in my bed.

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