Sleeping Look

It looks like she is sleeping.

So peaceful, with skin is as soft a silk to touch, hair as golden as the sun and a smell is that akin to freshly cut roses. 

It looks like she is sleeping.

These arms now holding her close, they won’t let go, even though they must.

It looks like she is sleeping.

A tear runs down my cheek. I don’t say a word. 

It looks like she is sleeping.

If only that was true…