when we're together in your home at night
i feel safe as houses and completely at ease
you're the queen of your castle, of moon and of might
you bow before no one and do as you please
when we're in your bedroom i sleep like a king
and your evening grants us a nocturnal bliss
in the realm of your kingdom the morning birds sing
and i'm roused from my slumber by your ethereal kiss
leaving your palace is the most difficult part
because you make me feel special, cared for and good
if home is the place where you've entrusted your heart
then that would explain why it feels like it should
just feeling the warmth of you and your home
makes me feel close to you and not so alone

i wish i knew how your garden grew
carefully sown with love and care
a paisley scene with deepest of hue
and a plethora of smells perfume the air
i wish i could tell how it grew so well
an ocean of flora all freshly in bloom
all of your tangles have stories to tell
mysteries well-guarded in their leafy womb
when rain and overcast skies close in
your garden recedes in a quiet repose
the till is immaculate and the soil pristine
and foul weather can't even begin to impose
no matter what, your garden survives
with everything vibrant and very much alive

i can't remember ever feeling this good
more than anything else i hope you feel it too
if i could pull down the stars i definitely would
and spell out your name for the heavens to view
i can't remember ever sleeping this well  
you fit so nicely nestled in close with me
every breath you breathe is a story to tell
and there's no other place that i'd rather be
i can't remember ever feeling this desired
before there was you life was a lonely affair
whether dressed to the nines or most casually attired
when i'm with you i'm golden, it doesn't matter where
i'm in no hurry; i take you just as you come
and i yield to those moments that we share as one

it's your birthday
you didn't even get to sleep in
happy birthday
you've got to go to work again

it's been a rough year
some days you couldn't get out of bed
you could use some good cheer
and a ray of hope instead

birthday cake and candles
don't make the world go round
when you're given too much to handle
your world tumbles to the ground

it's your birthday
time to pick yourself up again
happy birthday
when you could really use a friend

when all you really wanted
was someone to hold you dear
i wish you all good things undaunted
on each and every day this year

if i were a piece of furniture i would probably be a table
though my edges are coarse and the splinters would sting
i'm not much to look at and not the most comfortable
but i could very easily hold most all of your things
if i were a table i would most likely go unpolished
though a sealed satin finish would do me some good
if your friends had their way they would see me demolished
but you can appreciate all of my rough-hewn wood.
someday i might get a bit of sandpaper and stain
and show you just how stunning i can possibly be
i'll bring out my surprisingly uniform grain
and you'll wonder just what your world was without me
but for now i'm just a rough-cut accoutrement
that sits in your dining room waiting to earn your sentiment

i remember the desire that feuled me madly
all i needed was someone to hold me dear
you were close by and i wanted you so badly
and that was the start of my hospital year
my days began with that familiar refrain
and ended on my porch with me cloaked in gold
your love washed over me like summer rain
but everything else was growing bitter and cold
and finally it all came down to live or die
i could have given up the ghost to the great big O
something intervened and i can't say why
it's irrelevent; the how was all i needed to know
then it was all over without trepidation or fear
and that was the end of my hospital year

i remember the desire that feuled me madly
all i needed was someone to hold me dear
you were close by and i wanted you so badly
and that was the start of my hospital year
my days began with that familiar refrain
and ended on my porch with me cloaked in gold
your love washed over me like summer rain
but everything else was growing bitter and cold
and finally it all came down to live or die
i could have given up the ghost to the great big O
something intervened and i can't say why
it's irrelevent; the how was all i needed to know
then it was all over without trepidation or fear
and that was the end of my hospital year