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,
no thunder,
no lightning.
Just us, here, under this tree.
blue sky infinite 
This is perfect!
Thanks, L.
Lovely and so romantic. 🙂
Thank you! Shh, don’t tell anyone that I’m hopelessly romantic 🙂
Thank you again.