It's 8pm, a time for rest,
Yet my mind's a wanderer, never at its best.
I used to prowl through the night, seeking solace in the dark,
But you, with your warmth, lit a spark.
You'd snuggle close, your phone's soft glow,
Reading a tale only we would know.
Cold feet brushing against my skin,
A quiet test—are you awake, let me in?
With a giggle, you'd roll near,
A kiss, so gentle, would draw us near.
And in the night, I'd wake to find,
Your heartbeat synced, your soul entwined with mine.
Your head on my chest, rising and falling,
Listening to life's gentle calling.
Those moments, simple, yet so profound,
In your presence, true love I found.
