For someone it is a treat
For another it may be hell
It can be as sweet or horrid as it can be
No worries there
It is a gift
I lay in bed
Thanking Him
Seeing the moon creeping between clouds
Listening to the cricket singing
Fan battling
There is no need for applause
He is there in that heart of yours
As night crept by
Mosquitos sneaking arms to arms
legs to legs
Blanket rising higher
Body folding tightly in
Pupil slowly hiding
Mind starts dissolving
In that fantasy
You wish to stay longer
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