With a book on her lap,
A hand on her slightly curved belly.1
Her brown hair falls
Down to her shoulders
In fascinating swirls and curls.2
The light from the open window
Illuminates her beauty
And I gaze at her innocent face
And feel fulfilled.3
Her eyes look up
Meet mine, and she smiles softly
In that little moment,
Where two lovers acknowledge each other
Without words.4
Her lips curve,
Lending a dimple to her cheek.
Her dark eyes shot through with flecks of grey
Dance merrily above her aquiline nose.5
How lucky am I,
I wonder as I smile at her
As the very essence of love
Permeates the room
And lights up our hearts.














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