sunday, love.

cream lace and lemon in the air

its sunday morning

trinkets are round about

his tie on straight

music in the silence 

procrastinated lessons being planned

his charming dances

spreading faded pink smiles

across my done-up face

these are the best days

mornings of messy hair

and drowsy eyelids

and afternoons of compliments

hugs and stories

preparing with positivity

and funny faces 

for the week ahead of us

we are quite skilled

we've got this "us" thing down

and its only been five and a half months

and we just keep melting, together