It's the middle of the night,
and I forget who I am.
Laying next to you,
you beautiful creature.

The bed we share an enchanted forest,
you the most brilliant of all those inhabiting it.

So I push my little nose up against your arm.
I push my little nose there against your perfection.
There I find a gentle reminder that I'm beautiful too.

You, this love, have allowed me into your forest.
Which must mean, I'm pretty magical too.