From the bed I arise
Looking down at you
With a beautiful smile
On my rumbled faceWhen fatique strikes
All I think about is you
The stress of the day
Cannot be taken without
Your soothing comfortThe word sleep which
Children term as a hobby
Cannot be completed without youNot just for my head
You render this comfort
But also my backThe nights I spend in bed crying
It's on you I lay my head
The nights I stay up lost in
Thoughts and mystery
And forturns of life
It's on you I lay my headThe happy day which I go to bed early
You are always there to give me
The best and charming hugEven in my sick moments
You comfort me with your
very tender and soft feelingHasn't anyone seen you as
The best yet?
Hasn't anyone seen that
It is you that give my bed
A good look?The mouth may not have
Spoken yet but the mind
Has in thought of you severally
That indeed tells of your
Most wanted and unrejectable comfortOh!
Pillow you are the best
My head cannot wait to
Lay on you tonight

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PoetryI tell you the obvious things you fail to notice and appreciate.