As I prepare myself for sleep,
Count to five,
My eyelids drop,
I realise my heart does weep.
For these eyes that sleep now do claim,
Did not see you since yesterday,
They did not view; Your smile so rich,
Your eyes so warm,
and your lips so tender.
So what am I to do in these late hours of slumber?,
But dream; Of your hands on my skin,
Your breath on my cheek,
And the soft words 'I love you' on my ears.
So I drift so peacefully in memories of
Past realities,
Into slumbers waiting arms,
Accompanied by visions so blissful,
I wish to dream of nothing more,
But our reality.
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