Raindrops ticking on the window,
I can’t hear them; you’re all I see.
Your love around me like a shadow,
Take me back to that Sunday spree.
Why the need for fancy? I ask.
Us two, wrapped up in a blanket,
Netflix and chill, maybe a flask,
And a morning at the market.
Some may want diamonds, flowers, gold,
I just want peace, love, and freedom.
These moments make us infinite,
And that is all I want from life.