Lay next to her.
Feel her pulse.
Listen to her heart beat.
Wrap her within the sheets;
Keeping her snug and warm.
Protect her from harm.
Don't allow the swarm
Of egotists and know it all's
Befall upon it; enthralling it;
Changing it into something scorn
Like after fights when clothes are torn.
She deserves much more
We are her faithful concubines.
She is not our whore.
Love your literature.
Good Night.
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