Stoled My Heart


She lays down to watch him as he sleeps.
His stomach rises a little as he breathes.
An angel he looks like in his sleep,
Yet he's hers to always keep. 
She wonders what he dares to dream,
If he sees them as ment to be.
He toss and turns in the bed,
She watches as he turns his head.
He is so fragile in her eyes,
For he is to her the meaning of life. 
There will be a day, where no more good byes, 
Just kissing him on the forehead goodnight. 
She remembers the day he wouldnt let her go,
He said how he couldn't sleep without her so close. 
She wanted to cry a tear that day,
For she really feels the same way.
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