John sat on the side of the bed watching Kylie as she slept,
her eyes were closed lightly and her soft lips barely apart.
Her soft flowing hair was spread out across the pillow,
like it was blowing in a gentle breeze.
like that of a mother gazing at her first born son.
Her eyes flickered under their lids,
her chest moved ever so slightly as she breathed.
John could almost see her heart beating,
listening closely, he swore he could hear it.
He had surely felt it's soft beat as they lay close
and felt it pound when they made love.
Now, as he sat there beside her
he became aware of his own hearts beat.
it was beating now with the same rhythmical beat as hers.
Their hearts beat as one, for they are one soul.
John loved to watch Kylie as she slept,
she looked so soft and tender,
she was a true beauty.
He reached out to her and gently touched her cheek,
without waking, she reached up and took his hand in hers,
clutching it against her chest.
The love he felt for her at that moment was overwhelming,
he felt a teardrop run down his cheek.
At the same time he noticed the corner of her eye moisten,
even though she was still sleeping,
the "oneness" between them remained.
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