Good night, my love,
Within a dove
Held in your arms I do lie.
Trust intuition, should I?

Gaze down, my love,
A gentle shove
Is at times the seed I need
To seek shelter from my greed.

At ease, my love,
Look not above,
So below without woe is
The best of my promises.

Good night, my love
For 'morrow is of
A time not within, instead,
Love that grows beyond my head.