Rest
I rest my head, if but only for a moment
With hopes your hands will find my brow
My love, your softness gives me comfort
As tired eyes close to the here and now
Your whispered breaths, on me, descend
As new painted scenes soon fill my head
My weary mind, has long since vanished
By the loving words which you have said
You give comfort, much blanketed love
My time with you, dear, is never enough
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