You don't have to do much
To make me happy
You don't have to do much.
Wake me up with the smell of coffee
and the sound of sizziling fatty bacon in a castiron
Greet a goodmorning on my tastebuds
as I prepare for a new day.
Take me shopping.
Let me spend too much time in Bath and Body Works
smelling candles, and inscents, and lotions
Then take me to Ross
and don't make me apologize for trying on everything,
or buying everything
Walk home in the rain with me.
Kiss me as a downpour erupts from the depths of the clouds above.
You really don't have to much
to make me happy
This poem is about:
Me