01-14-2021, 05:02 PM
The glistening light
Of the stars above
Are the bedsheets that wrap around our love
And the whistling tune
Of the winter winds
Are the lullaby to accompany our tucking in
In the coziness
Of true devotion
We are lost in our freed emotions
And in the haze
Of all this fondness
We discover that we are truly an enraptured mess
But it was imperfection
On which we set our sights from the jump
So we’d never land in a disappointed slump
And it seems our plan
Has paid rich dividends
Because anytime our affection is bent, it mends
Of the stars above
Are the bedsheets that wrap around our love
And the whistling tune
Of the winter winds
Are the lullaby to accompany our tucking in
In the coziness
Of true devotion
We are lost in our freed emotions
And in the haze
Of all this fondness
We discover that we are truly an enraptured mess
But it was imperfection
On which we set our sights from the jump
So we’d never land in a disappointed slump
And it seems our plan
Has paid rich dividends
Because anytime our affection is bent, it mends