Maxine No. 4
The girl I love is slumb'ring at my side
  And in her sleepy state she stretches out
  An arm to check that I without a doubt
Am still close by and to her still allied

The tenderness of touch will long abide
  With me, as wakefully I toss about
  And gaze at her with love and awe devout
And pray that nought shall ever us divide

And thus she lies, a single pillow for
  A cover to this gentle girl asleep
  Who's come to be to me a love so deep
One wonders how she ever could be more

O Maxine, when you from your slumber creep
I shall my poem give for you to keep