Sunday Afternoon in the Park

A walk in a sleetstorm, my hair soaking wet A thought about you that I'll not soon forget The thought went like this, Cozy cabin so warm, Rewinding, replaying, a favorite song, You're waiting for me as I walk through the door, With my flannel pajamas and a fire aroar, A towel to dry me, a hot mug of tea, The long night before us, it's just you and me Not sure, but I think I know what happens next I'll tell you in person, this isn't for text Since the day that I met you my love for you grew And all I want now is to come home to you