Looking After Life

Sleep don't tell my eyes goodnight,
or promise that I will see the truth alright,
for I've lived over three thousand years
and have fought great wars to conquer
others fears.

Sweet sleep I pray, kiss these eyes once
again, for there is still enough love deep
within, to kindle sparks of hope romance
and courage, greatly needed before enter-
ing into marriage.

The union is of a caring such, because life
needs looking after for the most of us.

Copyright © 1996 by Carlos Rossi All Rights Reserved.

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