Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Soup for your soul

Slip the sheets up to your chin
Kiss your forehead
Inject my love into your dreams
of all the beautiful things we have

Good night to all your sorrows
Good bye to all your sins
Tidings of gladness only
for a heart that cares for more than itself

When the sun shines through our windows
we'll know why we are comprised
As the rays of hope open up your eyes
You'll see me shine again in them

My friend

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