Cuddles at night, a cozy embrace,
A warmth so pure, it fills us with grace,
A comfort so strong, it eases the mind,
A thing of beauty, that’s hard to find.
The blanket, it wraps, and covers us tight,
A shield from the cold, that brings us delight,
Its texture, it soothes, and fills us with peace,
A thing of wonder, that never will cease.
The pillows, they fluff, and cradle our head,
A thing of comfort, that eases our dread,
Their softness, it lulls, and fills us with ease,
A thing of beauty, that brings us to peace.
The room, it’s dim, and filled with soft light,
A thing of comfort, that’s easy on the sight,
Its ambiance, it calms, and fills us with rest,
A thing of wonder, that’s always the best.
Cuddles at night, they’re a thing of delight,
A wonder of nature, that’s always in sight,
They fill us with wonder, and endless awe,
A thing of beauty, that’s never a flaw.