inspiration overwhelms the bitter sense of irony and all of my old tragedy as i watch you sleep |
in you i see a happiness that neither you nor i possessed before the day we both had met emotions run so deep |
with gentle hand and subtle sigh caress you now, and keep you safe sweetest one, so full of grace a joy i wish to keep |
before the morning's rays invade this darkened room where we both lay |
how i wish we both could stay in this moment, we both could stay eternally, we both could stay as i watch you sleep... |
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