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Soft purrs the lion sleep within
my heart in measured rumble snores.
Who’d wake this slumber of the den
may find their love past mortal shores.

His paw was pricked by poison thorn
before this restful king repose,
and now with dreams his crown adorn
of love restirred past mortal woes.

Nudge this beast from pleasant dreams,
the dark seductress of the night,
your rubied pearls o’er pitch supreme
radiate lesser prey to flight.

So come, my beloved, awake!
Pounce on my tail, and lick my face,
purr contentment, fierce roarings make
to rule the day and night in pace.