My Girl With a Pearl

I closed my eyes and sighed to her content
The picnic basket still remained half full
A token that our day was just half spent
The tug of sleep became a steady pull
She let me nap, her head upon my chest
I felt the sun, her lips, both kiss my face
And when I woke from such a peaceful rest
I felt that I was truly in my place
A place of peace more precious than a pearl
Like love itself had been the oyster there
A thousand years and guarded by a girl
Who knew what lay inside and knew to care
And now content she kisses my closed eyes
And smiles a pearly smile to hear my sighs

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