8 Portraits, #1

When morning comes, and I arise,
I see you sleeping on the bed;
And all the love I’ve ever had
Comes rushing to my heart and head

This life we have – the one we’ve built –
Is far, far more than I’d dreamed of —
So, sleep, my dearest one, just sleep;
Surrounded by my love,
My love

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