In your presence I discover
That I am a child,
That I need to be nourished
By your hand,
That without your lullabies I am
Incapable of sleep.
If you shall sing me to sleep
Every night
I shall give you all of the kisses
My lips can conjure up--
Nay, my lips themselves shall
Be yours.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
7/17/2010 09:59:00 PM -
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