Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms with your words you cradle me from harm softly, softly you rock me with your arms gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep — a soul like mine that’s pure, and good darling, darling I feel understood for the first time a man that will watch over me who see’s my spirit who see’s me.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove January 14th, 2016