And as she slept

And as she slept, the truth of her beauty unfurled itself to me in the gentle line of her mouth
In the graceful fall of her shoulders
In the rapid movement of her eyes as she ran with a dream
In the sound of her breath as it leaves her lungs expired
In the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest
In the tiny flick of her fingers
In the depths of her silken mane
In a pesky twitch that causes her lips to smile
And as she slept, the truth of her beauty revealed itself to me in the light dancing playfully across her angelic features
For she is the purest joy to behold....