When sun shines through a window early in the morning,
And a fresh pot of coffee brews and fills the house with a smell of a Columbian roast,
Whistling song birds sing from their nests, that's where I find my comfort.
I don't need a vast field of flowers with fireflies illuminating our smiles.
I don't need a view where I can see for miles.
Slippers, robes, and a movie on a rainy night,
It's sure to calm my nerves just right.
I don't need to see new sights, or take expensive flights.
I just need you to hold my hands, while we listen to our favorite bands.
Let's not take a trip in our car, let's find our comfort where we are.
No candle light restaurants, no fancy meals
Just a subtle glow of a TV screen, to me it sounds like a deal.
No picnics under the stars, let's just find comfort where we are
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Comments (2)
A sweet parable of comforts. Good work!
To know comfort in the moment is a trait worth having!!!