Loves Lullabye.

Loves Lullabye.
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I Love how your Face
blooms like a Flower
opened by The Morning
Sunrise; as your Smile echoes
through Ocean Eyes, and
sings to Sleep the Madness
of my mind with Pretty Lullabyes.

The Beast I am
becomes a gentle Lamb,
when touched by The
Glory of your Hands;
and in your ethereal
presence every Foul
Thing Flees!
(so that each moment
spent gives Birth to
Sacred Memories.)

I no longer count the ways
my sweet, in which your beauty
rescues me; and Love
(a impossible feat)
now seems to come more
easily!

For in You (my Love)
I see the splendors of
The Sunrise; and hear
(with newly opened ears)
A Pretty Lullabye!
(which Sings to Sleep
The Madness in My Mind.)

J.Stephen.H.