Rest to death

As my tiring bones comes to ease
And brain gets flooded by your sweet rush
It’s your persona which brings me peace
Just like to an Artist holding his undying brush
let me recollect myself from stress, so that I can rest.
Rest to death; upon my love’s ripening breast.

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