God, as she sleeps the night,
while her arms and dreams syncopate,
be my hand against her cheek,
“I’ll still love you when you wake.”
This entry was posted on 4 July 2007 - Wednesday at 10:43 pm and is filed under Affairs of the Heart, People, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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