Listen up, sweater.
take good care of my love now
when her joy is boundless, hop around like a fool and
revel in the excitement of each crisp little sound
and in the cold nights lay warm beside her, whether as
pillow or cuddlee and be the soft whisper for hands to hold
the mooring point for beautiful dreams
(you are hers while I'm away because
I am hers no matter where I go)
and in that rustle of fabric, that cloth to smooth skin
do speak my name
and retain all our scents when we laughed in her
arms so she'll smile and close her eyes and
burrow into you
listen up, sweater.
take good care of my love now