One Whom She’s Beside


A perfect love sleeping beside
The one who I am and mine,
Greatest effort dies, subsides,
In an attempt to curtail such a tide
As my passion, my design.
To do so without disturbing her disguise-
Of sleep as she waits for a kiss in time.
I cannot. My desire, does not subside.
A kiss I give to she who is sublime.
And now we
Forever sleep and will be:
She next to me,
And I, one whom she’s beside.

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