Sonnet Vii: My Love In Her Sleep

Her breaths are relaxed, and ever steady Her figure is limp, and her mind carefree. Never will there be a lass more lovely— She is as magnificent as can be. What she dreams of, I can't help but wonder, In her dream world, is she joyful or sad? Are her dreams the times we spent together? Are her dreams us, when blissful times we had? And even in her sleep, she still looks strong. I touch her hair—it makes my heart leap, She's a core of iron, with a sweet song— She is a beauty even in her sleep. But if you think this record she can't break, You should see my love when she is awake.