Perfect day
A day without you
It ain't no perfect day
A day without you
Just lying alone all day.
And once on that day
I dreamt a perfect one.
She wakes me up
And says she is mine.
She opens her arms
And everything's fine.
Her hugs are warm
Kisses sweet.
Her eyes are so intimidating.
That smile, that innocence
That long white T-back
Is the only thing she's wearing
Touch of her legs
Essence of hers.
Seems the best morning.
And that cosy afternoon
That's not one to forget
Sitting right there with her
On the couch
Arms wrapped around
Her waist
Kisses to your cheek
That's all I need.
And at night
Just me and her
Lying on the deck
Hands wrapped perfectly together
She's looking at the stars
And I am looking at mine.
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