Tara

And may I ask you now, to keep, as from today a chair next to your bed? Reserved for me, of course, should ever come the time when darkness comes dressed as Senora Noce, and digs its bony fingers inside the sanctuary of your featherbed, my girl. I shall be ready then, at your command, just yell, I'll dropp the dregs of life and take my rightful place there, next to you, my sweet. I'll count your dream like breaths and watch the rouge upon your cheeks compete with ruby lips that glisten and lashes well aflutter. Leave all the things to me! No devils will come near as long as I can sit with you, I am your guard, not for the night but for the life of you and me, and, like a father to your soul if you'll feel safer I will hold both of your living hands in mine.