Author Theodor Storm Close both my eyes with your beloved hands! For everything I suffer comes to rest under your hand. And as the pain, wave upon wave, gently lies down to sleep, as the last heartbeat stirs, you fill my whole heart. Tags sleep pain heart Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments