Tell me now, and keep a straight face while saying it, that you would not feel tremendoudly special if someone said this to you:

Something about the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

That's a sweet little paragraph. If someone said that to me, or even felt it, I would melt into a thousand little puddles of joy. Night all!