'How can I listen to your heart, when you are talking?'whence She told me...

Fevered
By Her red
Temperature running cold
Catching flu
Such
Bedridden
Watching starry lights
She me finds...
She like her...
me unknowing
Wished to talk
To Her
More to her as if me wanted to pour
My talks...
And She
The All knowing
Like The Calm
The Evening Breeze,
The Soothe,
Put my lips at rest,
Upon my parched lips Her fingers soft She did rest
And in a whispery murmur
Only said:
' How can I listen to your heart if you are talking?'

me smiled
And thereupon
Slept...

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