Visits Before Dawn

Oh how beautiful you are laying in your bed breathing softly

you whisper somthing softly still in a deep sweet slumber

I sigh curling your hair around my small fingers 

how did god create something ever so gentle

like a sleepy lamb in a poppy field

I wish to taste your lips on mine but i don't want to disturb you,

sweet lamb.

your jawline is like a masterpiece carved by a genius 

God how I want to slip my cold fingers between your own!

But I can't for I am only watching

The sun is approaching us sweet lamb I must go

but i will be back tonight youll see

for you are the love of my life

and you're so beautiful.. When you sleep.