In the dark I wake from slumber,
to watch you sleeping sound.
and I think I am a cumber,
to peace that you have found.
I tug the quilt that neatly wound,
about our legs and feet.
I smooth a pillow, soft and round,
to place beneath your head so neat.
I hold you close under the sheet,
and dream of future life.
A future filled with passions heat,
as you are now my wife.
A fleeting thought begins to billow,
I may smother you with a pillow.
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Amos Glade
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