Love Sleeps Poem by Bill Simmons

When I wake up in the morning
And I open mine own eyes
I see her on her pillow
Asleep and at my side

I think about the glory
And of all she is meant to be
Created by God's finger
His gift of love to me

Taken from the rib of man
Though we fail to understand
For in life alone we would walk not
To be there, touch our hand

The mothers of our children
That guides them with their love
The whispers of I love you
Instilled within her touch

This woman, this creation
Created just for me
Where love is that of her being
Where in life she walks with me

This woman, this woman
This woman my wife
I can’t help but to adore her beauty
As love sleeps with closed eyes.

2006 Bill Simmons