This timid guest will crawl like phantom
Throughout the door into her shed,
Like sly and quiet nightly python
He’ll quietly approach her bed.
Trust my words might not or might
He’ll extinguish candle’s light;
His voice is tender, sweet, and deep,
His hand will slide along her arm
To sense its smooth and gentle charm.
He won’t disturb her precious sleep.
He’ll fade away, won’t leave a trace,
He’ll run away to stars in peace.
To the lass which sleeps in grace
Love be a whispered gift of his.
30. 08.2006
Guest
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2011
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