I Cry Too

At nights darling! Only at nights!
I will touch your face, with my soft palms,
Gliding them gradually, towards your fair cheeks,
My delicate fingers, slightly tangled in your,
Heavily grown beard, touching then your pink lips,
Which you still keep, agape while in slumber,
As you snore mildly, under the warm duvet,
With your bare body covered half till waist,
A practice you sleep with, from your youth,
And I would sit by your side on the bed where you,
Kip like a child with pillows cuddled towards,
Your chest and thighs, that brings a smile on my,
Face and a sigh, I will then hold your limbs and,
Press them for some time to take out that weariness,
Each day you earn, disturbed however by my presence,
You twist and turn, I then become quiet, and I know,
You are dreaming about me, when those tears fall,
From the sides of your eyes, I cup my hand to catch,
Them, yet it escapes me and falls on the white pillow,
With great dismay I glance at your peaceful face,
Then I lay my head on your brawny chest,
Listening those swift beats that still speaks my,
Name and I cry too in silence, only my tears,
Aren’t visible anymore, just the way you wanted,
I know you had always hated to see me cry...

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