daffodils on the old blue table cloth
late summer sunshine kissing freckles
on cheeks as soft as peppermint;
thinking those three words all over again

with smooth jazz quiet on the radio
we spin slowly in concentric circles
too in love to see the pots are boiling;
cleaning up messes with sheepish smiles

under the same sky, the same stars
i stay up late just to tell you goodnight
how could dreams be as sweet as this?
waking up next to you, grateful every day