Poetry

Last night while lying next to me
you did say pretty words,
you told me how much you do love me,
that your whole life long you wanted somebody like me
and there was something beautiful in each sentence,
it felt as if we were starting on a journey of discovery
and now that the morning is peeping through the window
you still hold my hand tightly in yours,
while outside doves do flutter and coo.
It’s as if time is lingering
and I wonder if this is a fairy tale
when a bird looks in through the window
and I leave you to sleep like a princess
as if time only belongs to you and me.