Sweet Guitar
Sing me to sleep this night dear Rosalie.
For I do like to listen close to you.
Strum thy soft guitar gently sweet for me
and play an English ballad old or new.
Caress then my brow, whisper secrets low
down into my ear oh fair bon ami.
Nirvana hold less peace than being so
reclined upon your cushioned deep settee.
Come place your tender rose lips close to mine
Your subtle light perfume is sandalwood.
There’s no earth, only you and I am thine.
Let me extinguish light with candlehood.
Your guitar lies on side and waits anew
for eyes to open seeing morning’s dew.
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