Baby Seamus,
Aren't you just my little lamby-kins?
Sleeping through the night-
You blessed snuggle-pot.
But this was truly unexpected,
un-hoped-for,
exceptionally sweet.
Dearest darling,
it is on such a day as today
after such a night as last night
that epic love poems are written.
One day you will understand,
My lovely.
How wonderful sleep is.
An epic love poem, indeed! I'm smiling big.
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