Romance

I go about my day and he about his
Until we meet eachother to steal a kiss
We see the leaves reflect golden
And the birds begin to sing
So we race out of the house
And get comfortable on the swing
My fingers tangled in his
We're both smiling ear to ear
My head resting on his shoulder
In all our thoughts, we disappear
Both humming along with nature
Taking in every smell together
But the illustrator of the skies
Has other plans for the weather
Blessed by a drizzle of drops
We stand up and start to dance
To the ballet of rain on our heads
We spend the night with romance