The Smile
Now it is dark and I suddenly wake
I hold your hand praying to our Lord:
Leave his hand close, So I can take
his soul to the place of our concord,
Where his dreams are not mislaid,
He is my husband, I am his maid.
As he sleeps with a peaceful smile
I touch his lips with my fingertips
This is our kissing and for a while
His breath will die upon my lips,
Heaven was with me all the time
since his bliss and mine did rime.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013
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