There is a pleasure to monotony—a comforting flow.
Especially with the inclusion of beauty and a effortless moxie.
I tally my tasks on fingers milked of all their worth.
Knowing that I'm finished, when my eyes close, my checklist is checked, and I can't think about anything else but . . .
You are the uprising of love when these eyelids close.
A heart is all I hear, but I'm inundated pleasantly with a mirage of you.
I know you're devising a plan to eliminate jelly beans, with strategically placed donuts.
It's a never ending battle, that I think you may be winning.
Even though you're down there and I'm up here, there is no love lost, because it's your birthday.
Let those thumbs go crazy, let the light strain your eyes, and the bad gaming posture afflict you, but I know you won't change.
You'll always be the woman I love.
That I can count on. If I could bear it, I would slay those candies too.
I'd crush those jellies and spit in their general direction.
That just isn't my thing baby, but I'll send you a life.
Goodnight my love.
This is a saga I'll gladly continue.