Last night I woke up

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Last night I woke up,

and stared at her face.

I woke up,

and she stared back.

I woke up and saw her face,

delicate and soft like wax,

the melting suspended,

the beauty haunting.

I woke up and saw her smile,

warm, reassuring and yet eery,

the mystery troubling,

Yet the enigma calming.

I woke up and saw her eyes,

Deeper than the shallowest pools,

Shallower than the deepest oceans,

the charm inviting,

the fear cautioning.

I woke up and saw her hands,

resting perfectly on mine,

feeling finally at home,

right where they belong,

and somehow where they belong not.

I woke up and saw her lips,

softly kissing mine,

I opened my eyes and counted the freckles,

The feeling enchanting,

The emotion pure.

I rubbed my eyes,

and the illusion broke.

I smiled, and waited.

Waited for the phone to ring,

but it never did.

Was it an eternity that passed,

or a second prolonged?

I turned and shut my eyes,

The phone rang, and her voice echoed.

The smile returned, the night had begun.