A Special Kind of Love

She says she's sleepy,

He knows she is.

She lays in bed wide awake,

Til he pulls her close.

In his arms she lays,

Peaceful and calm.

Soon she drifts off to sleep,

He lays there awake.

Watching over her as she sleeps,

He feels her pulling him in.

They explore her dreams all night,

Sharing what they cant have.

She awakens in his arms,

Feeling happy and rested.

He smiles down at her,

Whispering good morning.

Reviews

[elmoryv]

Wishing I could feel that kind of sleep...

[Ravyne Hawke]

Sad and beautiful.. only in their dreams.. that is better than not at all. Lovely poem.

[Kiba Shadowpaw]

You're very perceptive my dear, most find it hard to pinpoint the real emotions meant to be felt or heard behind all these words. The silver tongue of a poet can be sharp and bitter and cut like a knife, or it can lull and soothe any aching heart~