You are the song my roommate and I play
Late in the night, windows open, volume
Turned up as high as it will go, we know
Every word. You make the night time brighter.
You are my favorite striped pajama pants
Such a kind creation, and so stylish
And comforting after the day I've had.
You are the gracious act of coming home.
You are the smell of popcorn in the air
And the noise it makes from the stove
Carried on springtime air from the kitchen
To where I lounge upon my bed, hungry.
You are the smile playing across my lips
When I see you again, you are springtime.
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