Woman Of Mine (English Sonnet)2 Poem by Gert Strydom

At times we lie with limbs interlacing
and in my neck your hot breath I feel
as in sleep each other we are embracing
and the feelings are actual and surreal

as darkness draws its shadows on the wall,
invoke images that sneak, move and creep
and outside under the moon the leaves fall,
in all of this right against me you do sleep.

It feels as if in love we will never be apart,
while a gentle smile is on your sweet face
and I can feel the beating of your heart
while you do sleep on in tranquil grace

and here next to you I do lie totally awake,
scared to disturb you or a movement make.