Poetry at Night: Princess, asleep.

Princess, asleep.

There, tucked up in bed, she closes her eyes,
Her soft gentle breath, one at a time…
Slowly, she falls into clouds of her own,
Her heart’s a warmth, which melted my throne…
I could stay up all night, to hear her breathing,
To watch her asleep, to see her just dreaming.

-Marcus Chow