Dreaming of a January day,

Just basking in contented shade,

Floating on a river pool,

As though for us, the day was made.

An afternoon of thoughtful bliss,

Just floating beneath the sky,

The languid movements tailor-made,

To make the hours fly.

Holding hands we drift along,

Like floating on the breeze,

Our only company, sweet birdsong,

And the sigh of willow trees.

Drifting through the shaded blue,

In the afterglow of play,

Sighing softly in the afternoon,

On such a forever day.

Our thoughts they sway,

To and fro,

From January dreams, to reality,

Oh who could ever have known?

That we would feel oh so much,

That we could live such bliss,

To see such a tender time,

In the softness of love’s kiss.

But here we are, still dreaming so,

Of our January soon to see,

And as our hopes just float along,

We know our love will always be.

Dreaming of a January day,

Just basking in contented shade,

Floating on a river pool,

As though for us, the day was made.

An afternoon of thoughtful bliss,

Just floating beneath the blue, blue sky,

The languid movements tailor-made,

Just to make the hours fly.

Holding hands we drift along,

Like floating on the summer breeze,

Our only company, sweet birdsong,

And the gentle sigh of willow trees.

Drifting through the shaded blue,

In the afterglow of languid play,

Sighing softly on the afternoon,

Oh, on such a forever day.

Our thoughts they sway,

Just to and fro,

From January dreams, to reality,

Oh who could ever have known?

That we would feel so very much,

That we could live such magic bliss,

To see so much tender time,

In the softness of our love’s kiss.

But here we are, still dreaming so,

Of our January soon to see,

And as our hopes just float along,

It's nice to know our love will always be.

By JulieAnne:)

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