Every night for seven years
She sang to him sweet lullabies
So he could fall back to sleep.
But not until red roses withered
On her fluffy knees, flat she fell
To an extent even heavens cried..
Heavy laden in walls of her heart
But the greatest dismay to her
Wasn’t the doubt of her purity
Nor the existence myths of Angels
But the fact that she sang
And watched him fall asleep
For seven good years, while
He had wet dreams for someone else.