The Sheets

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I am one grateful man,
for the comfort you bring.
Softly and patiently,
you cover our nest
that I can only be free.
Beneath and in between,
roses spring across the yard.
How beautiful is this peace,
as unblemished as the cotton sky.
Your quietness is sheep,
yet the valor of king.
Beyond the rustle of the night,
your whispers soothe her to rest.
I am from the star,
a celestial rock,
watching over her.
I weep, I wish, I pray to be
with her in her sleep.


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