The pillow soft,

Its scent filling my senses.

Asleep in a alpine loft,

Perfection in these lenses.

You laying by my side,

Bosom rising and falling.

On my face a smile did reside,

This rest was my calling.

/

The sheets rough against my skin,

Tears dry around my eyes.

Was this the punishment for my sin,

Or just the harshess of my cries?

The bed empty and cold,

Your absence a weight.

What price was I sold,

For you to be back in my sight.

…

Love You R

…

🖤