When silence fills the bowl of night.
My lady slumbers peacefully,
to lie beside her is my right.
A source to me of sheer delight.
My lady slumbers peacefully.
She is aware that I am near
safeguarding her security.
She knows she can rely on me
To lie beside her is my right
a privilege I had to earn.
I am rewarded by the sight
this night and every other night.
A source to me of sheer delight.
My lady dreams her dreams in peace
When silence fills the bowl of night
I watch and ward her by moonlight.
9-Jun-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully touching poem Ivor! ! A pleasure to read! ! *10*! ! You are her night watchman, she knows your love is true! She sleeps soundly each night, all thanks to you! Best regards, Friend Thad