No Love Like This
When the mantel clock had chimed at two
she knew that they should part
but his head was warm upon her breast
and love near burst her heart.
A while before he’d been awake
but his breathing restful now,
as her lips brushed gently o’er her cheek
then kissed him on the brow.
The empty lay beside them
and she knew that drink would keep
him in this state for hours,
lost in a dreamless sleep.
She’d known love before
but this time her heart was lost,
forever she’d adore this one
and never count the cost.
This night they’d lain together
until first pink glow of dawn,
hours she would always cherish
as she held her sweet firstborn.
© Pete Stratford 6.2.11
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