There she lies on the bed—
a porcelain statue
both delicate and strong.
My eyes try to capture
each elegant curve
but ne’er so subtle is
an aye flawed as mine.
She sleeps like a serene dream
covered and warm
and lost in a quiet realm
just beyond the valley of her smile.
Every soft inch of her body
and every curl of her hair
was crafted by a master artist
living somewhere way up there.
