'Tis time for me to lay my head,

Upon my pillow and dream of,

Thy face, thy lips and thine eyes,

'Tis time for me to let my mind wander,

Wander in to the ocean that is thy soul,

Thou art the object of mine affection,

Of which that does not end,

Thou are the speaker of my soul,

The voice among the darkness,

The sun is to rise and I wish-

T'was not so,

For my eyes are still closed, and my,

Hear still wishes,

For the day to return of which I may

Lay a hand upon,

Thy Soul once again.