Dear Bed

[MelaniaStarHans]

My love, 

So warm,

so soft, 

so inviting.

 

Thou art there for me my love, 

When times are hard and trying. 

Thou art better than any other spot, 

Thou so well do preform, 

Sun or storm. 

Thou arms of soft fabric do entangle, 

How they rap me in a tight hug, 

My stress and sorrow they do strangle, 

And break those that at my mind do tug. 

How your body does weigh me, 

Until at last I should fall, 

Unto the plush haven of thee, 

And sleep no longer stall. 

Thou art the strong temptation, 

In the room named just for you, 

And spoils my concentration, 

Thou beautiful siren through and through. 

Thou art my truest love, 

What keeps my truly sane, 

And I thank the stars above, 

That you I do retain. 

Thou can see it in how quickly I run, 

Into Thou’s embarrass at night, 

And struggle so intensely to be done, 

Come the morning light. 

About thou I could go on forever, 

At least eternity or more, 

But I must stop however, 

Lest I become a bore. 

Interesting. Well, I do love your constantly rhyming. Most poets start rhyming, then go off-key, which is okay, but I feel if you start, you should finish.

It's obvious that you just love your bed.

'Sleep no longer stall' -- that line confuses me. The word 'stall,' I notice that if you correct it with 'stalled,' it would ruin the rhyming. Maybe that's something to think about?

Also, sirens are known to be evil and manipulative. Keep that in mind.

Those are my thoughts. You did an amazing job!