My beauty lies upon her bed
My beauty lies upon her bed, Soft whispers dancing ‘round her head. The moonlight paints her skin aglow, A masterpiece the night will know.
An angel lingers, silent, near, To guard her dreams, her heart sincere. What dreams will bloom in her embrace? What tender moments shall she trace?
Will laughter echo, soft and sweet, Or will her heart and mine then meet? So close your eyes, my precious muse, Let slumber wrap you, softly fused.
And when the dawn begins to gleam, I hope I’m there within your dream.