Last Sunday

Rainy Sunday morning lying in bed Stroking your hair, watching you sleep My heart beating every beat for you The way it used to The train rumbles by waking you Your sleepy eyes look up at me I wrap my arms around you The way I used to Sitting having tea, enjoying the company Talking about life and the rain I can’t take my eyes off you The way I used to You lean against me, cuddling up tight I hold you closely against me Kindly, gently, comforting you The way I used to You lead me by the hand to your bedroom We undress, kissing passionately, desperately We hold on tightly and make love The way we used to