Late at night I fall asleep
Your words surrounding me
like the softest of coverlets
Warm downy writings
make up my feather bed.

When did you write this
you conjured our book of love
and spoke your magic spell
Pages of mystical lines
constantly fill my head.

Let me not awaken
and break the fairies dream
that puts starlight in your eyes
But let me read each night
these tender words you've said.

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Elizabeth Galvez
©2002 Elizabeth Galvez
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