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.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
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.
