Sunday Mornings

Rainy Sunday mornings are my escape Pleasant pillows and silky sheets Become my biggest weakness When we close the space between us With warm whispers and tender touches My heart is yours to reshape The wind is speeding up but you hold me close So I have the shining sun on dreary days Hours could have passed us by Cause I’m already lost in your eyes Sweet secrets and happy hearts Are sealed together with a rose Drops are tapping against the window pane What a tranquil tempo for a whimsical wake Seeking comfort between your arms Falling for your little charms Soft singing and cherished cheeks I never thought that I’d pray for the rain