A sullen silence hangs in the air
upon waking to sunlight streaming
her softly breathing figure a blessing
in her presence, I rest my rectitude
By the wuthers of my raving mind
By the blooming of her gentle smile
her scented dreams drifts into mine
appeasing my fearful spirit
Inviolable flower, darling consort,
from the deluge of my tempest
my last refuge, my last resort.
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