There's nothing more peaceful than the
way your sentences drag on until
they stop making sense just before
you fall to sleep
And there's nothing more beautiful
than the disheveled look
in your eyes when you
first come alive beneath a
Sunday morning's sky
You'll press snooze at least ten
times before you bother to sit up
And I'll sit silently hoping you won't
say you have to leave at all today
Because
Your yawns are contagious,
your tears are too
And I get completely lost
in every single thing you do