Blessed Feathers worry waste

Fool, placing pillows out just right
Feel, myself laying on your chest
Don't you worry baby, it's ok
Worry wastes our spirits anyway
And at night when I lay all alone
I'll picture you next to me calm and warm
All I need is a place to rest
Glow, here comes my awakening
Though it tends to hurt, I do maintain
I still sleep on your side of the bed
I'll try not to think on you too much
Give me heaven's idea where you stand
Your warmth it has faded from here
Now I am back to guessing
What it feels like to know your place
Should I let my shy adherence grow?