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Eyes of Deep Sighs - Morning
by
Rusty Broadspear
Spellbound.
The rain ceased, the Sun awoke,
No one spoke.
There was a chill, we were warm
With our opening dawn.
On a bench in the park,
Her head rested under my chin.
Was she sleeping?
Fleeting morning fragrances
Born on fresh dampness,
With breakfast birdsong.
Lonely souls walking dogs
Silhouetted against virginal skies.
But above all else, I was with her
And my memories,
Of those eyes of deep sighs.
I kissed her hair,
Ran a finger under her chin,
She looked up, sleepily smiling,
Our lips softly brushed,
As Autumn leaves
Floated down one by one.
The park slowly came to life,
A warden gave us a knowing smile
As he passed us by.
Hugging tight, not wanting to let go,
Pure ecstasy and bliss,
When those eyes of deep sighs demanded
A final feather of a kiss.
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