and in the night, he softly breathes
and nowhere else does love conceive
to keep the ancient young at heart
or keep the lovers years apart.
his pulse is slow, his mind is still
i watch and pray and take my fill
before the sun takes him away
and steals my happiness by day.
the heart enslaves the lungs, the blood
that fills his veins, and in a flood
love claims my dreams and i release
my conciousness to love's increase.
so now we two do softly sleep
and seek each other in the deep
where all is quiet, dark and pure
and no more lack does love endure.