Epitome of Perfection

Kwincy needed a Ballad for his class, so I wrote one for him. I'm such a good friend! Here it is:

Today I woke to such a sight

I thought it was a dream

The presence of such beauty made

My soul calm and serene

Her face consumed by such a grace

Impossible to find

I knew that very moment that

I had to keep her mine

Enveloped in a dreamlike state
her body soft and still
The bronze glow of her tender skin
and curves like gentle hills

Her hair flowed softly ‘cross the bed,

As smooth as quiet streams
Her beauty overtook me
and I couldn’t help but beam

I looked upon her porcelain face
her lips had formed a smile
She rubbed the tired from her eyes
and yawned wide as the Nile

I placed my arm around her and
I whispered in her ear,
“Good morning my fair angel. Did
you sleep well here, my dear?”

She curled up to my body, placed
her hand upon my chest
Looked up in my direction and
said, “Dear, I slept the best.”

I lowered my face downward and
I kissed her rosy cheek
Automatically I shivered,
(and) my muscles became weak

I mustered up the strength to lift
my body out of bed
I pulled her along with me, held
her soft hands while I said,

“I think it’s time to tell you the

Word ‘like’ is obsolete
You make my heart swell twice its size-

I love you.” Short and sweet.

 *Amber