The perfect sight before me lies in my bed
Under my covers
On my pillow
In my arms
A beauty so captivating to only ones who know what it mean to appreciate it are me
I could stare at it for decades and still feel tears well in my eyes with pride that I get to experience such magnificent moments with it
It is mine and it is only a sight I'm blessed to see in this moments with me and it
It is so pure to watch it's eyes beam with the purest form of joy while it looks upon what makes it happy
It's everything bitter sweet to watch it laugh after crying in my awaiting open arms
It is the warmest natural beauty that only I get to gaze upon in the days to come
The sunset in natures brightness compares none
The birth of a newborn child compares little
The highlights of a new painting waiting to be sold in a museum means nothing to me but the moment I rest with it in my arms
With my heart steady and my mind fixated on it all I feel is peace in my soul
Gazing upon the most precious thing in the world takes such strength not to be greedy and snatch it for myself
It would be a crime to make it cry
Even so to make it sad
But thanks I'm not selfish and I would never harm it even if it took my limps
I only stare, looking from afar
Across my bed
Across my pillow
Under my sheets
I look at you
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Ghosting Happiness (POEM BOOK)
PoetryTeaser: The simple misunderstanding of the circumstances of my fear isn't that I'm afraid of spiders, or highs or of anything physically possible at all It's like a chill down my skin that causes my heart to race and the people around me to space...
