Wednesday, August 3, 2011

* to sleep *

* to sleep *
When you close your eyes
Into slumber slip
When close your eyes and pause
From rush of life's tight grip
How can I love you more
For serentiy upon your face
A special kind of love
As your face a special kind of grace
Those lips so made for kissing
And chin for tracing fingertips
As eyelids lightly flickering
And slumber warmth arises
There is nothing I need do
And nothing for you
You can shift to deeper sleep
As I watch over you.

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