She #2

To catch the first pearls of dawn
I need not wait for the sun to rise, nor wake up early
I see sunrise everytime her lips part
And her face make a pinkish smiley

SHE

She smells of a new book
All her stories alive,
Of distant oceans
Of 2 lofty mountains
In their womb, a brook
Her eyes a page mark,a constant reminder
To know more I must strive