You’re my favorite first thought when I wake up in the morning.
When the sun sinks, you’re my least favorite to part with.
You’re my mute button, an impossible someone- a myth.
And yet, here you stand.
And yet, you chose to grab my hand.
Lace your fingers in mine, and I can withstand.
Nibble at my ears, let me rub your shoulders.
Be simple with me.