Daydreaming, of the time that will be,
Thinking of the time we will be sitting by a tree.
Sitting, talking, munching on biscuits that we will dunk in our tea.
Oh how I will love these
spring, summer, hazy days,
relaxing and chilaxing,
with no day that is grey.
Instead it shall be filled
with all the sun’s rays,
Reminiscing of all the fun times
whilst stretched out on the grass, and placing our heads on pillows, where they will lay.
What a lovely two seasons, they shall be.
One we will still remember, until we are 93.
wine glass clinking,
and camera’s clicking.
Our first summer together
will last with us….