I love you and I love the way your whining wearies me;
The way your griping never ends as you fight the sleepy sea.
You hit me with your little fists, enraged at your own pain,
And so I smile fondly down and grin that you're insane.
You dare not sleep because the dawn brings days you can not bear,
And yet you yell vehemently that you must somehow prepare.
My love, peace, peace. Enough's enough. No struggle's worth your tear.
I wish you sleep and comfortness. I wish you to be near.
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