My bed, my haven, my sweetest escape,
Soft as a cloud, perfectly shaped.
The world can wait, the day can delay,
All I need is to stay here and lay.
The cold may creep, but blankets hold tight,
Keeping me warm through every long night.
No lover, no friend, could ever compare,
To the comfort I find when I’m lying there.
Morning arrives, but I always resist,
Longing for sleep, for warmth, for bliss.
My one true love, so loyal, so deep —
Forever my bed, my place of peace.