Don't let thy lips fall into sleep
I read thy eyes so well, so deep
Let thy mind rest so in that peace
And thy heart beat without a cease
I want thee be my sun and moon
And be so close like hand in glove
Though me thou burn and kill so soon
Please don't care when push comes to shove
When I see thee, like things are done;
My heart leaps up like slaughtered dove
When it sees thee my darling love
Fluttering as it wings to death
But once thy words utter my love
I become like Ibrahim's dove
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