Young Campbell

So, I lower my pride
and beg to the moon
to kiss you good night

Alas! We are distance apart
Time is not yet with us

But one day
all the Universe will conspire
I’ll be wherever you are
And I don't have to talk to the moon
and ask to kiss you good night

One day, every night
I will hug you tight
And there will be
no more distance between us

To slumber as if
we are swayed in a hammock
Like kids, camping in a sheet
Wake up in each others arm,
Your ‘Good Morning Love’
will be my first sound

Promise sleepy head,
we will be together
and I will never let you out of my sight
not even a single night.

You are my favourite chocolate drink
And/or a grape fruit in a clear glass,
whenever I feel there is too much heat

You are as fluffy as pancakes
The right kind of heavy,
perfect enough for my grumpy tummy

You are as sweet and as soft as French Toast
As unique as the recipe that your father owns,
which I happened failed to reproduce

You could be my breakfast,
but I would always prefer prolongation

I am half-hearted coy,
because it is never an intention

Sincerely, you are my perfect brunch in bed with no reservation nor hesitation