Our Style

We'll feel so much,
When the corners meet,
Our fingers touch,
When we fold the sheets,
Every new dawn,
We'll share our eggs,
When we do the lawn,
We'll show off our legs,
We will come together,
With a glance and smile,
Doing it all together,
That would be our style.

When we cook a meal,
When things have slowed,
How special we'll feel,
While we share the load,
A water gun fight,
Together we'd conspire
It would be alright,
To have a bonfire,
Even if we get a bit crazy,
For just a little while,
Doing it all together,
That would be our style

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My Poetry  (E) Come as you are. #2034965 by Rhychus