For when the sunlight filtered in,
She looked up to see his face,
Illuminated,
A halo of a fallen angel.
A slight smile played on his cherry lips,
A slight crease on the kissed dimple,
Dark lashes framing his cheekbones,
Like a million butterflies about to take flight.
The rays brushed his peachiness softly,
Gently,
As she ran her finger down his cheek ever so slight.
I love you, she whispered.
Before she slid down into his arms again,
Melting in his aura to drift back to sleep.
In peace.
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