Opened window early Sunday morning in bed looking at each other,
And I want a few hundred years of this.
Making breakfast together and laughing with our clothes falling off,
Take a few hundred years of this too.
Way your eyes look when realizing all I need is you and this declaration isn’t hard for my lips to confess,
Never was. Never will be.
Few hundred years, of looking into your eyes while kissing,
A few hundred more.
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