Come the shade of evening
I watch her struggle to
find peace and rest.
The clock perched on her dresser
tick-tocks time away
ushering methodically a new day.
Patiently I lie on our bed of
dreams and love
beckoning her to cast off her burdens,
join me in the night.
Finally in the early morn
she puts down the books,
silences the radio, and
snuffs out the light.
Settling in next to me
I feel her wrap her loving arms
around me,
tenderly snuggling up to me.
Her warm tears burn her
maiden cheeks,
staining my night shirt.
I've laid there listening to her
heartaching cries
on more occassions than I can
count sheep
until she slipped into
God's plan of sleep.
On good nights
she pulls herself close
nuzzling me,
drifts into slumber
a beautiful smile on her youthful face.
Oh, I know she's dreaming of
young men who charm her,
but I don't mind because
I'm only her
silent partner.
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