Sunset, Sundowner and You.

A cloudy, slow-drizzling dawn;

Droplets forming crystals on the lawn. 

On such umbrella days, 

We'd cuddle on slow pace,

And on such slow mid-morning, 

I'd be your sight of silver lining.

You'd cook Spaghetti Aglio e Olio for supper, 

I'd be your side hustler and veggies cutter,

You'd be my sunsets, 

And I'd be your sundowner, 

You'd be my afterglows, 

While I'd remain in your aftertaste. 

Only if all would-be could be true, 

We'd be lovers in the most entrancing of view,

Captured in Polaroids with an enticing hue.