Her

To fly on the wings, of sorbent breath, of birds who sing, a soft caress. To rest in the arms, of a caring repose, and to find love, in the bed, where this love grows. Nevermind the tolls, of passing days, as these days will pass in the time where sleep remains. Let her envelop you, and bring with her the dreams, which ease your mind, when you tear at the seams. Let her hold you. Love you. Keep you warm, and allow her a smile, as she greets the new morn.