When you slept softly in my arms

Julius Bercht

When you slept softly in my arms,

I could hear your breath;

in a dream, you called my name

and your mouth beamed a smile -

that was happiness enough.

And when, after a hot, solemn day

you chased away my heavy cares -

when I lay against your heart

and thought no more of tomorrow -

that was happiness enough.