Oh wonderful hotel room
I cannot count the ways I love you
your firm bed
welcoming my eagerly tired body
the smooth expanse of naked sheet, all for me
the pillows, at once hard and soft, consoling my aching limbs
(especially my back and neck)
(but also my legs and feet)
There are six pillows for me, all for me- Ah! what joy is this!
What heavenly bed splendour!
From where does quiet and peace come, oh amazing hotel room?
There is no screaming and shouting in your sacred domain
No cold chills and unwelcome silences
Just calm and peace and a beautiful bed
The sorrows of parting break my heart, oh lovely hotel room,
I laid my head in your kind quiet luxury for three nights
And there I felt the epiphany of rest
How can I now say goodbye?
Parting is not a sweet sorrow, merely a bitter one
I want this bed, I want the shower, and all the lovely bath things, and all the thick towels and floofy pillows too
But true love cannot be selfish, all the great poets have taught me that.
The cruel check-out desk awaits me.
I have to give up the magic key card, my access to your magic haven of easeful love
Good-bye, amazing hotel room, my true love.
We will be together soon, I promise.