Perfect
Crickets chirping in a still night
cool breeze on a summers day
not a sarcastic word not a fight
spending a day in a loving way
Watching the birds play
singing their song
kill the memory of a workday
no need to be strong
A long night of good talks
secrets shared without worries
ending in midnight walks
all while telling stories
No worries
No pressures to detect
no sorry
that would be perfect
Copyright © Rob Monaghan | Year Posted 2011
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