A Sunday Kind of Love
The world is spinning, yet here I stand
A quiet promise, hand in hand
No rush, no race, just time to be
A love as calm as rolling seas
The sunlight spills, the curtains sway
Soft echoes of a slower day
And in this hush, so sweet, so true
I find my world begins with you
For here with you, the world is slow
A Sunday love, a gentle glow
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