Stirring from a slumber deep, <br /> her hand sought mine, <br />Her eyes still bathed in shades of sleep, <br /> Her lips sought mine, <br />Gently sighing, soft my name, <br /> As gentle as the summer rain, <br />Her warmth and scent, her yielding form, <br /> As sunshine on a winters morn, <br />Her heart, was mine.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-heart-6/
