This Thing Called You Poem by Bill Simmons

Sometimes I just wake up
I find I can’t get enough of
This thing that is called you
Laying next to me
Asleep so perfectly
You make every day brand new

Nothing else matters
Not the small children’s chatter
As they play just outside
For in my keeping
An angel is sleeping
And dreaming right at my side

Sometimes when I wake up
I don’t want to get up
I wish sometimes this moment to never end
And when I kiss your face
You smile in your grace
And you whisper my name again

Nothing else matters
Not the whole world outside
All that exist is before me
For while you’re sleeping
Is my love safe keeping
While you dream in your dreams

Sometimes when I wake up
I don’t want to get up
I wish forever this moment so true
Sometimes when I wake up
I just can’t get enough of
This thing that is called you.