When Saturday Come

thats your long steps, and i run to catch
the way you laugh, a dimple shows to match
the scent of your coffee and those silly hums
cant help this boy, i want to take you home


your clever chat, and your peaceful hugs
when you wake up in the morning,
when you a fall sleep
cant help this boy, yes i fall for you


cause dear your presence is a bliss
and its saturday, when i’m on your list
so blow the clouds, feel the summer breeze
cause its saturday, when you’re on my list.

and when saturday comes...

I imagine. You and i. We’re maybe in our 40s or 50s. It’s raining outside. We are dancing with this song. And you, still love to tease me, just like usual. We laugh together. Then you whisper to me; “we still got it, don’t we?”

And i smile.