The rain that whispers, pitter, patter,
I hear the raindrops softly chatter,
the night wind sings your name to me,
A sleep inducing melody.
The starlight carries down the tune,
tonight I sing beneath the moon,
an angel in the heaven smiled,
I sing this song to you my child.
The owl wing slivers through the gloom,
My body slumbers in my room,
my spirit wanders in your stead,
Standing guard above your bed.
Your voice has carried through the night,
sighing like a bird in flight,
I lift your hair and kiss your skin,
and place my hand beneath your chin.
This is a tribute to your face,
that I wish I could embrace,
Your lips that are of silken hues,
I write this song for you my muse...
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