Monday, May 25, 2009

Goodnight, Beautiful

Goodnight, Beautiful
I whisper to you
As I hold you in my arms
And gaze into your eyes,
Clear windows to Heaven,
One last time till morning.

Goodnight, Beautiful.
No more fears, no frets.
My hands trace the surface
Of your back,
Easing your muscles,
Soothing your soul.

Goodnight, Beautiful.
Breathe, just breathe.
You've fought a battle of the heart
And were wounded
But you forget so easily
That sleep is what heals wounds.

Goodnight, Beautiful.
Nothing can harm you
When you're at my side.
So let me hold you tonight
And we will sleep.

Goodnight, Beautiful.

1 comment:

  1. Easing your muscles.
    Soothing your soul.

    How's that for perfect? I enjoyed this poem, my friend. It is a beautiful statement of love and friendship.

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