Midnight Moment
It's twelve o'one,
But I'm still wide awake,
Feeling her arms
Wrapped around my waist,
She makes no use of the pillow set,
Because her head is lying on my chest,
And here I am watching her
As she takes in every breath,
The hair strands scattered on her face,
Natural, beautiful,
It takes my breath away,
She has a face of an angel,
And a heart that never hates,
Even on a deep slumber,
Her smile never fades,
That's why there's no reason
Not to fall in love with her
Because her every hug, every hum,
Every giggle, every bite on my arm,
Every kiss and every touch,
Everything she does,
Makes me love her..
Love her so much.
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Short-Story Poems
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