I sneak silently into the room,
A quick peak I take of my budding blooms,
Their breathing soft – rises and falls, a melodious rhapsody,
To the soothing sound of a Spanish symphony…
Their countenance silken smooth; serene,
Tugs my heart, an enticing scene,
Each distinctly different, yet subtly the same,
Contrasting as night and day; asleep, they look- Oh! So tame,
Their striking silhouette, in the mellow moonlit night,
Slightly stirring, they curl; enraptured I gaze at the sight…
One’s creamy-white skin peeps from the warm woolen quilt above,
And the other’s little chocolaty toe pushes its way from below,
One, strong and athletic; the other, dainty and petite,
Poles apart in every way; a miracle I behold, a divine treat.
The window slightly ajar, lets in the wintry wind,
Blowing their untied tresses over their satiny skin; I lean,
O’er their tender frames; and sweep the bouncy, brown curls away,
And the silk-smooth strands of the other, as in deep slumber they lay,
Both unique, both special, both a part of me,
Peas in a Pod, they are and shall forever be.
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