Bosom

Bosom

Your bosom rises and lowers

as I watch you sleep

Your heart is quiet and peaceful

and has returned to its original green

I press your hands in mine

as I watch the divine beauty of your face

marveled at having found you again at last

you, the heroine of my dreams

the wishful fantasy of my youth

turning real, in bones and flesh, before me

glowing with the truth of your soul