Sweet Repose

Sleep, now, My Dearest, Loving Mate,
While silence Whispers and Visions Paint,
Encircled in Your Sheltering Arms,
In Sweet Repose I Cherish Your Charms,
And when Apollo streaks the Sky
With Delicate hues like a celestial Sigh,
Lie soft, Your cheek upon my breast,
As we Dream Together, Forsaking All the rest.

~Morgan~

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