She

Mellifluous voice croons 

Near my window 

In the wee hours 

And I return from the land of nod.

My droopy eyes become 

Wide open to see her so near. 

As silence plays gooseberry, 

She tousles my hair and

Moistens my chapped lips. 

As I submit my soul 

For garnering her love, 

The villainous sun peeps 

And she vanishes 

Quenching my thirst.