not a poet
It's what I do
Friday, May 3, 2013
our rhythm
Oh how I wish that I could sleep
and sweetly close my eyes
Drift into a land unknown
While you sing lullabies
I feel the comfort of your soul
my head upon your chest
You sing a song, I hum along
We share a sweet caress
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