sleeping well, I don’t always do
but when I sleep, I think of you
with covers, sheets; a bed for two
hold on tight and keep me true
and sweetly fond – I have a clue
that you would make my heart anew
like each sunrise and morning dew
though other worlds may be askew
may ours, intact, be one of few
and sleep, we will, till the ‘adieu’
till once again, I stay with you.
