Mimi 1200

A rainy Sunday afternoon Cold and gray, yet I'm immune For sitting here right next to me Natural beauty in human form A roaring fire, a cup of tea In woolen socks, my heart is warm There's no place else I'd rather be Blissfully oblivious to any storm A rainy Sunday afternoon Cold and gray, yet I'm immune On the stove a pot of sauce On the counter a bottle of wine Mere words escape, I'm at a loss One cannot explain, much less define A rainy Sunday afternoon Cold and gray, yet I'm immune The table is set, I'll pour the Bordeaux The meatballs are ready, they told me so