Illicit Affair

Tragic this might be, but I shall say:
Let us meet again in the vibrant holiday,
Let us eat, drink, dance, laugh; live the life we always wanted to be.
Let us have fun like each day is ours to party.

Let us meet again in the mild month of May,
Underneath the rain in the fields of hay,  
Let us soak and play as if we are free,
I would love to do this every day.

Let us meet again on a lively Sunday,
Have our fair share of coffee for the day,
Let us talk about the life and things we wish to be,
Let us do this til we're old and grey.

Until then, let us keep it this way,
To any, things does not always meant to meet midway.
We are merely putting a great sunny display,
Oh, what a day! Let us now hit the hay.