Another Perfect Day
A pillow rests beneath wavy locks of sunburst hair,
eyelids shallow, folding closed over ocean deep eyes,
porcelin arms, as ivory as the snow cross over a warm white bear,
little pouting lips purse and twitch with a hidden smile as dreams take over,
simple words, sweet and true slip from them with a breath,
"Tomorrow will be the best day of my life,
because it will mean that I get to spend
another perfect day, with you by my side."
a gentle sigh escapes "Goodnight my love."
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