With the rise of the sun, she’d be on my mind.

As it seems not once has she left these confinements

Laying there undisturbed, yet unforgotten

For when I once again lay to rest

As expected the thought of her

Keeps my wearily mind as awake

As when she’d first appear at the start of my day

But as all good things that end

I ask you to allow me for my slumber

And lay me to sleep you “evil” angel