Days
Lazy days.
Kiss on a park bench, laugh on a swing. Pull my hair back, you play with my rings.
Warm days.
Sun on my shoulders, light in your eyes. Jump off the front steps, bet we can fly.
Quiet days.
Teasing and tickling, head on your chest. Hand held and all shared, that suits us best.
New days.
Trials and triumph, we made it through. You say I’m perfect-just perfect for you.
Our days.
You make me happy, I make you smile. We share a secret, stay for a while.
