The old red tree, there is a girl and a boy
Hand in hand, head on shoulder
Promising their future
From making breakfast together
To having coffee in winter nights
Followed by the cuddles in the blanket
And if someone gets cold or sick
One would go make broth or hot soup for them
From discussing finances
To having quick goodbyes from the shower
And if someone forgets the keys just in case
They would rush over to hand them keys
For just maybe he needed that warm hug
That smell of vanilla cream she lathers on her skin
With a little kiss behind her neck to breathe the essence of hers
That scent of cologne that gives the hint of home
And he turns back just to have a final look
She tells him he looks good
In this white shirt, she gifted him on his birthday last spring
For the luxury of lavish life
Held in the moments in which
We just turn back to hold the essence of whole time
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