It's late on a summer night,2024,and awaiting change across the world,Sat in a dingy living room with that soon-to-be 'classic' style,Even if it isn't popular ,It's still nice to you,Sat from a open fire and a book in hand,Your sweet lover by your side,Her long blonde locks stricken down you as she lies as quiet as a newborn,Resting her peace on your new-bought piece,A bright red sofa with white embroidered around,Out of style but still looking so beautiful to you, Your lover bats her eyes and murmurs the last of a sleep,Your hand squeezing her soft arm while she wakes,Rustling her head by yours as you both lie,Now side by side in your living room,And just like love,It's in the eye of the beholder
