Kimberly MorganA fickle lover, sleep takes us as it will, when it wants, and how. Sensing her desperate need, however, it draws Corrie deeply into its embrace, somewhere between her tears and terror.
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The poem, “A fickle lover, sleep takes us as it will, when it wants, and how.” is a very sad poem about the love of a woman. Of course we all know that we can’t control what is going to happen in life and we can’t always control what happens in our lives. However, we can always control how we react to our circumstances. The idea of the poem is that the love of a woman shouldn’t be taken for granted even though she is sleeping. When she does choose to fall asleep, her love can still take her away from a fearful situation.
Source: On Angels And Rabbit Holes
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