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You told me to go to sleep
I whined, lips pouting,
like blocks of wood.
One is pulled hesitantly from the tower,
a weak link discovered,
and the fortress comes crashing down.
We are only as strong, they say,
as the point where we are not,
and you, my love,
So here I am,
playing Jenga with love,
on a night where eyes droop
but you,
my weakness and my strength.
You told me to go to sleep,
so sleep I will.
But darling,
I will dream only of you and me
in our castle of disheveled blocks.