How happy it made me

throwing rocks into the sea.

It’s the simple things, you see

that make us meant to be.

The stars we watch so carefully,

to see if any fly

will always fill my heart with warmth,

an endless love supply.

Singing in the kitchen

or laying by the fire,

the beautiful mundane

the everyday desire.

From runny nosed kisses

to gardening in Spring,

to sunny walks and pumpkin stalks,

an all year Summer fling.

I fell into a fairy tale

that much has to be true,

the only way I can describe

the life I have with you.