And may I ask you now, <br />to keep, as from today <br />a chair next to your bed? <br />Reserved for me, of course, <br />should ever come the time <br />when darkness comes <br />dressed as Senora Noce, <br />and digs its bony fingers <br />inside the sanctuary of <br />your featherbed, my girl. <br /> <br />I shall be ready then, <br />at your command, just yell, <br />I'll dropp the dregs of life <br />and take my rightful place <br />there, next to you, my sweet. <br />I'll count your dream like breaths <br />and watch the rouge <br />upon your cheeks compete <br />with ruby lips that glisten <br />and lashes well aflutter. <br /> <br />Leave all the things to me! <br />No devils will come near <br />as long as I can sit with you, <br />I am your guard, not for the night <br />but for the life of you and me, <br />and, like a father to your soul <br />if you'll feel safer I will hold <br />both of your living hands in mine.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tara/
