My own sleep, pulls on my sleeve like a child,
As watchful still, I succumb to warmth of your heart,
That even in its half-full, depleted state,
Still has the power to make my sun rise. - -Wonderful poetic lines, well composed, thanks for sharing
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My own sleep, pulls on my sleeve like a child, As watchful still, I succumb to warmth of your heart, That even in its half-full, depleted state, Still has the power to make my sun rise. - -Wonderful poetic lines, well composed, thanks for sharing