A murmur soft of whispers late at night,
The love duet of voices drawing near,
More dulcet song than any tunesmith's write-
The perfect blending hum of dark and light,
A sprinkling treble chime and throbbing bass.
The words tonight will be tomorrow's delight,
She watches for the moment he awakes,
Shaking sleep to see, as daylight breaks,
Her face; she peeks to catch his first sighs
And bring him round with kisses and embrace,
Her sweetful love to last until she dies.
But now the echo of lips brushing lips,
Love blocking noise in total eclipse.
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