Sleeping like a baby
An innocent child
I was dreaming about power
Not my power, that of another
Who can ask questions
With her eyes?
Who is it that knows
My every need
Before I know
My every need?
And how is it
That you
Love me
So much
You
Would die for me
Is it the knowing
That I
Would die
For you
It's a moot point my love
On a spire of gold
That reaches into the sky
Forever
We are the sky
Eternal
And together
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