For My Pillow, My Love is Deep

Many children own a pillow,
But do not give it a single thought.
To me however, my pillow is special,
For my pillow, my love is deep.

It is an old, frayed thing,
With a musty yellow and brown casing.
Twelve years of drool stains has accumulated on the surface,
But this I do not mind a single bit.

When I’m sad or lonely,
Or feeling under the weather,
It is my comfort,
For my pillow my love is deep.

It is my comfort,
After a horrible, tear-jerking nightmare.
Just one cuddle from my most prized possession
Immediately removes the scare.

Wherever I will go, my pillow will go too,
Even on a roller coaster, it will be by my side.
Because that’s the type of commitment I am willing to show for it,
And for my pillow, my love is deep.