Sometimes I find my mind
Dwelling on love and sleep.
My lover’s kiss
Is passing bliss.
But the Reaper keeps
His special kiss
For my inevitable sleep.
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K Morris - Poet 
nice. It reminds me of one of mine, called Sleep.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. I’d be interested in reading yours on sleep.