There she is
My beautiful girl
Sat in her reading nook
In her delicate hands
She holds the poems I wrote
Bound in her leather book
I remember the time
Before she was mine
When I penned them all for her
And still now to this day
This feeling hasn't gone away
She still makes my beating heart stir

As I'm lay in our bed watching her
Mouthing the words that I wrote
I can see she just got to some sad ones
The words seem to stick in her throat
Despite this I know she still loves them
And so she continues to read
I know she's had her heart broken
I hope some of the pain they have freed

The clock chimes the midnight hour
I pat the sheets and beckon her to me
She flashes that dazzling smile
The one that makes me so happy
She cuddles up close beside me
She feels and smells so divine
I stroke her hair and kiss her
I'm so lucky to call her mine