Just be with me.
Love me like a Saturday morning…
Because what could be more pressing
Than your lips against mine
Hand in hand
Leading me to nothing whatsoever.
Look into my eyes
Like there’s no where else
You’d rather be.
There we can get lost
As the minutes turn to hours
And the sound of our laughter
Drowns out each other’s anxious thoughts.
Because nothing is ever really wrong
When you’re lying next to me
And life isn’t so large
When we celebrate the simple things.
Stay here with me.
Love me like a Saturday morning.
a. b. martin