Sweet Slumber

Love is like a sin, my love.

Don't know why this is, my dove?

We must keep moving till they catch up to us.

We must keep proving ourselves to each other.

Now more than ever before;

Maybe sounds redundant-

Now more than ever;

Maybe sounds reductive-

Like it's been done or said before,

But I have sung my lullaby to tuck; 

You into sleep,

May you have sweet slumber,

May you never weep,

The Church and the Constitution; 

Always changes with time;

It progresses as we know it for the life,

Of Sweet Sally Soft Honey and Bubble Joe;

It changes our life somehow till then rest, And we must be on the go...