He knows how to hold me,
Cuddle me up and keep me warm.
He loves my shape,
doesnt think am to heavy.
He has seen me with all my clothes off
But doesn’t judge when I’ve added weight.
He loves to carry me.
He can keep a secret,
Because I sometimes say mine aloud to him.
We watch movies together,
But sometimes I seat on his lap and read.
He knows how to hold me through the night,
Am so comfortable when am with him,
I can sleep to my heart’s content.
He has been there when am happy,
but he’s also been there when I’m had a broken heart
Or had sorrow visit me.
He is a constant in my life
And I love seeing him everytime I go home.
I love him, my bed.
