As you drift off My Love, I cover you with the quilt you have made
planting kisses lightly on your forehead, so you will dream
sweet dreams. Sinking into a pillow, at your side
I take your hand whispering a prayer,
saying good night, drifting off
next to you.
Note: My wife does make quilts but she did not make this one.
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