A darkened room,
But not of gloom;
My sun is happ’ly sitting.
She looks my way,
As if to say,
“Some lovelight would be fitting.”

And then a move
(As if to prove
The very thought I’m guessing);
She rises fair
From out her chair,
More happy rays undressing.

Within the night
I take in light
And all its tender fire;
There is no way
This is not day
When I have my desire.

Sun’s rays divine
With mine combine,
Her gaze a blaze of glory;
We weave in sweet
Meet beams complete
With day our bedtime story.

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