Pinky

I don't want to wake you

But I'd like to tell you that I love you

That the candlelight fell like a crescent

Upon your feather pillow

For there's more ways than one

And the ways of the world are a blessing

For when Pinky's dreaming

She owes the world nothing

And her silence keeps us guessing

Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July

Quilted and timeless, seldom denied

The trial and the error of my master plan

Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler's hands

You don't want to tell me

But somehow you've guessed that I know

Oh when dawn came this morning

You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul

For there's toast and honey

And there's breakfast in bed on a tray

Oh it's ten below zero

And we're about to abandon our plans for the day