Silence the early morning gardeners
the rose collectors, silence them quickly.
The bluebirds under the shade tree
sing the song of the voiceless
so they do not awaken you.
You’re so beautiful when you sleep
I’m lowering the shutters at the Windows
Not even the sun may wake you.
I’m not permitting anything other than me.
I want to,
so softly with a tender kiss on your eyelids
and the most loving smile just for you.
Still I will not waken you,
you are so beautiful sleeping.
I love you.