Going to sleep every night is like Christmas eve when I know I get to see you.

I feel the suns grace on my face in the mornings knowing you’re alive. 

The night sky is lit up so beautiful every evening when I’m thinking about you.

“I’ve hardly been sad since I met you” 

I wish I said that first.

I’m so jealous of your eyes,

They get to see you all the time.

I’m so jealous of your pillow,

I want to be your safety blanket.

As you are to me.

Keep me warm in this cold world,

Even on Christmas eve.