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While She is Sleeping

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Dec 1, 2008

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While She is Sleeping

She is sleeping,
And she can't see me
But she still knows,
That I am there
She's such an angel,
She leaves me weeping
Tears of joy fall,
Down my face unawares...

I just want to hold her,
I want to kiss her,
I never want for,
These days to end
So while she is sleeping,
I will hold her,
Until the time,
That she wakes again

She wraps her tiny hand,
Around my finger
And I just wish to myself,
That these days will linger
And as I brush through her hair,
She gives a little smile
I belong to her, so completely
And I will through the end of time...

I just want to hold her,
I want to kiss her,
I never want for,
These days to end
So while she is sleeping,
I will hold her,
Until the time,
That she wakes again

So beautiful,
So perfect,
No failings that I can see
And I just can't wait,
Until she can understand,
Just what she means to me...

I just want to hold her,
I want to kiss her,
I never want for,
These days to end
So while she is sleeping,
I will hold her,
Until the time,
That she wakes again

Sleep, sleep my little angel...
While I hold you in my hands...

jlp November 30, 2008

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