One fine day

On a cold Sunday morning,

On the day of remembrance,

I woke to find myself,

Wrapped in your sleeping embrace,

I did not want to move,

For fear of waking you.

Your sleeping form, so quiet and calm,

A peaceful quiet filled the room,

The sound of your breathing,

Persuaded me to lapse back,

Into the realm of dreams

Dreams of you.

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For Alex

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Truely a fine day, and a fond memory. I'll not forget it, nor I pray you.