Rainy nights are the best,
Your warmth eases me to rest.
Your arms makes a good blanket; your breath makes a good lullaby
Your heartbeat is a great beat,
Your breathing makes me weak.
How can I have you here at my side,
Such perfection
Such grace.
One can say i'm not worthy of it all,
I fucked up at times,
I forget to wash the dishes
I spill the juices
I cracked some vases
And kick you in the face; when we sleep at night.
I'm not perfect for you
I'm worthless in their eyes,
Not the perfect type.
But you still flash a smile,
When I forget the dishes, you just chuckles and say "You're getting old"
When I spill the juice "My little baby is grumpy, nappy time" you'll tease me and ruffles my hair
When I crack the vase, you'll just say "You know, we should get new decorations, a portrait maybe"
And when I kick in the middle of the night you'll just grumble, "Love making can wait baby, sleep" and snore the night away.
You never see me as a failure; rather a victor
You never looked for perfection; rather settled for simple.
Worthiness was everything, and it all took was one ring.
You always brush my cheek and kiss it then whisper "you're so perfect baby"
Rainy days are the best
When you're laying here with me
In content.
