She lies gently on my shoulder,

Playful and soft in her grace.

Her perfume dances in the quiet air,

Her hair cascading down her face.

I listen to her gentle breathing,

Sensing her skin pressed against my own,

Anchored by her warmth and weight.

Resting there, she looks like an angel;

I wish this stillness would never break.

Yet I freeze, afraid she might hear

My heartbeat softly whispering her name.