Slow Cooker

It's a slow cooker kinda day…

Gentle simmer until your eyes meet mine.

Outside the fog seizes the bay,

White carpet entry to a morning so fine.

Could I hug this moment to will it to stay?

If we close our eyes again, would it fly away?

Dreams are made of love, my boo…

Know that I'm looking out for you,

We don't need a palace, just a home for me and you,

Dreams are made of love, my boo.

Scramble and toast at home, no cafe.

Baggy t-shirts, no “on-our-toes” today.

We'll eat and ponder our next D.I.Y.,

More romantic than candlelight.

You can paint the walls with code and I, with my notes,

Carefree as tumbleweed, gather memories as we go.

Dreams are made of love, my boo…

Know that I'm looking out for you,

We don't need a palace, just a home for me and you,

Dreams are made of love, my boo.

Dreams are made of love, my boo…

Know that I'm looking out for you,

We don't need a palace, just a home for me and you,

Dreams are made of love, my boo.