When sleepiness dominates your tender being, I stare with enthusiasm at the magic scene, transforming such a trivial moment in a sublime one, for I wish to rest on the pillow of your cheeks and to get lost in the galaxies of your eyes. I softly perceive the exhalation of your breath, the kisses you give with the curving of your lips, the way you stretch and the sounds you make become an ode of harmony to myself. I wonder about your babyish dreams, when you draw a smile to me, thus enslaving my glance, while you placidly sleep.
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