Bliss

The sun beams slip through
The slightly open curtains,
Shiny roses are hanging
On the walls, crystal droplets
Hanging from the light are lit
But not by a bulb, the sunshine
Makes the shade twinkle.
Wrapped up in the embrace of love,
And safely in his arms.
She wonders if this is how
It could always be, if this
Is what they mean by Bliss?

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