Was ever there a soul so dead,
That to his wife has never said:
"Move over give me half the bed"?
Then she too with heart quite dead
With strident tone would oft reply:
"Please give me space before I die!"
Is there a pair with heart not dead
That to each other would have said:
"I love you dear. Stretch out in comfort in our bed."
And then would find,
With love's embrace,
They only needed half the space.
That to his wife has never said:
"Move over give me half the bed"?
Then she too with heart quite dead
With strident tone would oft reply:
"Please give me space before I die!"
Is there a pair with heart not dead
That to each other would have said:
"I love you dear. Stretch out in comfort in our bed."
And then would find,
With love's embrace,
They only needed half the space.
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