you are sunflowers and summer rain.
you speak softly "we could have a place"
of our own, in the woods, in the meadows,
built of wood and built of love, built of us.

the cottage: cozy, us: all tangled up
and holding hands, what's yours is mine,
so you stole my hoodies and my heart.
our walls are covered with notes and art.

each night we talk under the covers,
you and i, we smile and pass the time.
i grab your hand and you hold mine,
i want this peace until the end of time.