What I crave,
is the shade of a tree to read underneath,
with you lying somewhere across my legs
looking up at the clouds and blue sky.
There, in the clouds,
you read a good fortune for both of us that the future,
which is now,
holds no rain,
Just us, here, under this tree.
This is perfect!
Lovely and so romantic. 🙂
Thank you! Shh, don’t tell anyone that I’m hopelessly romantic 🙂
Thank you again.