Sabath

Real love is cheesy and overwhelming. Read aloud.

We are Sunday evenings
Dinner slightly burnt but comforting
The last warm sip before braving the chill

This is starting the last book in a series
Falling asleep on the couch and waking up next to you in bed
This is closure 

That night you read to me
That night you read to me
My hair drying slowly
My spine curling closer

We are Sunday evenings
Dinner slightly burnt but comforting
The last warm sip before braving the chill

We are a lifetime of hoping for forever
We are all you could ask for
And more than you can accept

We are Sunday evenings.