NICHOLE

I see you in my minds eye sleeping,
hair so gently tossed.
It almost sets my heart to weeping,
this beauty I accost.
I ponder kissing soft sweet lips,
yet cannot find it in me...
to wake you from your innocence,
for selfish need to take thee.
and so your face I gaze upon
Marveling your creation.
fearing too soon you'll be gone
from dreams to be waking.
So I gently carress your cheek,
one touch and no more,
till the day we truly meet,
outside fantasy's door.