the threads in her head

Love-

Just as sleep, you fall into it,
Not knowing when or how.
Just, one moment, standing there,
And his features, his eyes, his voice,
His tenderness fils in the mind. And
The word love, it echoes in the soul,
In the same way you know when to sleep
When fatigue hits and sinks.

Oh, deny it all you wil - protests and cries
Of "no I don't!", "no I'm not!"
When, it is so very obvious -
You are yawning, you are pining,
You are yearning for sweet dreams,
You are waiting for his affection to take you,
Letting your hair splater itself onto the
Oblivion of that tanned pillow, his chest -
All softness and comfort and everything nice.

And the dreams, they are sweet. But indeed,
That is not always true for everyone -
Sometimes things go wrong, it becomes,
A nightmare. Trapped, you struggle
To wake, you force your eyes wide, and
Your mouth open in a cry as you
Do wake up, panting from fear.
Yet, who shall deny the possibility,
Of it being a sweet dream,
One you will loathe to pinch yourself,
For fear you will really wake up from it.

It is true, that you do wake from sleep,
That some dreams get shattered, some hearts
Get broken. Yet, there is
The reality of eternal slep. And,
All the times we sleep and awake again,
They are but a short phase of life,
Compared to the one eternal rest, which shall be paradise.
So, there must be that one forever love too,
For each and everyone of us -
It must exist, just as sleep exists,
A reality that shall touch all of us.

Here's, wishing you, eternal slumber.