This Poem's Title Is Inherent In the Poem
So my lovely lover says that she’s going to take a nap, and I said that while she
slept I’d write about what was in my bed so this is what I saw and the title should
be obivious
SHE,
THE SHE WHO TOOK MY DEATH OF TEARS AND TURNED IT INTO DAYS OF COMFORT
AND EASE
SHE
SHE WHO LAYS UPON MY BED SEEMINGLY AN ANGEL AT REST AND I KNOW MY GOD
AGREES
SHE
SHE WHO WHEN AT REST THINKS NOT OF THE PAST AND THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE
DONE HER WRONG
SHE
SHE WHO BELONGS IN EVERY WORK OF ART, EVERY HYMN AND EVERY SINGLE LOVE
SONG
SHE
SHE WHO CARES FOR ME AS MUCH AS I DO HER AND ALWAYS PLEASES ME
SHE
SHE WHO WHEN THUNDER FRIGHTENS ME OR LIGHTENING SCARES
ME SHE EASES ME
SHE
SHE WHOSE HEART BELONGS TO MEAND I THANK THE UNIVERSE FOR PROVIDING
WHAT I CONSIDER GOLD
SHE
SHE WHO TOUCHES MY SOUL WITH HER CONCERN AND BECOMES MY QUILT WHEN I
BECOME COLD
SHE
SHE AT REST AND CAN REST EASY IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I WILL ALWAYS CARE
SHE
SHE WHO SLUMBERS AS I BLESS THE ANGEL SHE IS FOR BLESSING MY BED
SHE
SHE WHOSE BEAUTY, TO ME, NEEDS NO ROUGE NO MAKEUP NOR LIPS OF FLAMING
RED
SHE
THE SHE I SEE SLEEPING IN MY BED AND DOING IT PEAEFULLY WHICH BRINGS ME
JOY BEYOND COMPARE
SHE
THE SHE I PRAY WILL OVERLOOK MY INADEQUACIES AND ALWAYS WANT
ME………………………………..HERE
SHE
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