Written by Chris Bunton
It fits
It just simply does.
My arm fits behind your head,
as we lie on the bed, in the glow.
Your head on my shoulder
comfortable and light.
It Fits
It just does.
Staring at the ceiling;
at the cobweb on the fan.
Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,
just reverie and peace. Just to be.
It Fits.
It just fits.
This life with you,
and who we are.
This growth together,
to become, more than one.
It Fits
It has fallen into place.
I can’t explain why,
but here we are again.
Another time, when a smile came,
and we knew it was right to be.
It Fits
Again and again it fits.
All our concerns drift away.
All our days become one.
Our hopes become shared,
and our dreams spring alive.
It Fits
this life together fits.
Text © Chris Bunton
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