More Tough Choices
I welcome the night as I welcome the day
One more pleasurable chance for decision.
Do I love you, 'Yes! ' Do you love me, 'Indeed, '
Not the slightest chance of division.
When my head hits the pillow, fairy dust falls,
And like Hansel and Gretel, there's protection
By angels that all of our weakness surround,
And our bed's a seamless cloud of affection.
So fret not sweet poet and sleep well dear one,
You'll find a good rest is not unlike dying;
If day breaks in heaven or soft in my arms
With such love there is no time for crying.
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