I'm wide awake but she's sound
asleep
I watch her breathe the love of this woman
I am sure to
keep
I watch the rise and fall of her
chest
I will not wake her she has earned a good
nights rest
Her face is like a shining flower in the early
morning dew
If there's another like her it will be but
a few
She is my queen I hope I am
her king
Upon our fingers we each wear a
golden ring
Upon our heads we wear no
crown
Our own private kingdom together we
have found
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