Sunday Morning
Together every morning they make the bed
Laying the warm heather grey duvet on top
Smiling together like they were newlywed
Their love rich and full, the room just a backdrop
Breakfast follows, chopped fruit, fresh flavor
Soft glances and blueberries in a bowl
The always routine, but the love does not waiver
First she saved him, everyday he made her whole
She was his shining sun, he was her cloudless moon
In a full crowded room she was the only one he saw
No one to compare, he was her silver spoon
They fell in love everyday, lost in awe
Always growing, changing, never storming
Their love, sweet love, was a Sunday Morning