Darling, the day is over,
my boots, are resting in the rack,
homely, and lovely, your eyes are.
My pen, I'm done, let my pen rest,
the door is bolted, whose time is not?
my eyes are heavy, the log of duty was heavy.
Darling, spread yourloving arms,
screws, in my head, let my head rest,
in your loving arms, I slumber.
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What a tranquil poem here full of warmth and tranquil.