Precious

                                    The image of you in my mind I keep

                             Safe from danger in my bed you sleep

                             I watch over you as you start to dream

                             The night light of the moon casts its beam

                             The softness of the moon rests on your face

                             I doubt I could think of a better place

                             To extend my glow if I were the moon

                             Towards your beauty I would most swoon

                             You have an attraction that draws me near

                             Like a moth I fly towards the flame so dear

                             Finding my way to your gentle eyes I pray

                             That next to your soul in my bed I shall lay

                             You wake with a stretch and a little groan

                             The dreams from your sleep have already flown

                             You open your pretty eyes to see me there

                             As you brush from your face your beautiful hair

~Vinny~