Sundays in Paradise
Sleep late love;
Later there will be time
to run off and play.
Monday signals
the end of our weekend.
While the ‘morrow looms
I’ll have my coffee,
read the newspaper, and watch
your beautiful, dreaming face.
This lazy moment;
Our Sunday morning ritual—
Suspends our souls in paradise.
Later there will be time
to run off and play.
Monday signals
the end of our weekend.
While the ‘morrow looms
I’ll have my coffee,
read the newspaper, and watch
your beautiful, dreaming face.
This lazy moment;
Our Sunday morning ritual—
Suspends our souls in paradise.
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