Sleeping Maiden

As she lay there so calm and asleep
Her breathing shallow, not very deep
With her hair flowing and slightly messed
I took my hand and her face I caressed.

Unbelievable beauty is what I saw
A hard life had not left even one flaw
Her beauty came from deep inside
Where she was filled with love, honour, and pride.

A prettier sight I have never seen
And my heart went to places it has never been
For hours I could just sit and stare
At this maiden so very lovely and rare.

by Peter Van Camp

Comments (1)

Touching poem...very soothing. Like...sleeping. I like it.