He
sleeps
And my watching eyes
Adore him
He knows not…
I tread ,
with shining feet..
Across the continents
To hold him,
To lie with him
On crumpled sheets.
He moves,
My loving arms encircle
All that
He really means to me
I breath his breath
and then..
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He
sleeps