I can't sleep,
I tried counting sheep,
But I can't seem to keep
The count.
I'm copping out;
I plead the fifth for if not I will shout.
Pout if you will,
I have yet to be able to keep still.
It's like time wants to be killed.
I have no control
I try to ignore
So I do implore
To be able to sleep.
Let my eyelids close please
As I need to be
Well rested for the morrow to come.
Come tomorrow I'll be tired and then some
If I don't manage to sleep and calm
My nerves
As they are indeed stirred
By the sight of your curves.
It's so stuck in my mind
So engraved that I
Can not sleep my good night.
So Awake I do stay
And although the end of today
Has come, to my dreams I must say
That I cannot oblige
With the promise that I
Would dream of an angel tonight.
Yes that angel is you,
Caterpillar in its cocoon
Be banana, I'll be baboon.
If, and only If, you do please
For you I'll get down on my knees,
With kisses I'll shower your feet
And then I'll say...
Will you marry me my queen?
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