Slumbering Beauty

Nighty night, or morny morn,
I find I cannot help but
To look at you with a lack of scorn
And get out of any rut.

You sleep so peacefully, no matter
What time of day it may be,
And it makes the heart pitter patter
For I my wife slumbering to see.

Sweet dreams, I hope, arrive
To your mind whenever you slumber,
For you're peaceful, and you strive
To not sound like a mill for lumber.

Though I do miss you when you're awake,
And enjoy talking with,
If you found sleeping to be a mistake,
It would be something I'd miss.