Leaning against you, lulled by your song,
I close my eyes and breathe slow,
Smelling your hair
redolent of lavender
falling onto my face,
forgetting what date's on the calendar,
Rejoicing the sun's rays..

...Being happy that simple:

The sun's stroking your skin;
With delight heart's brimmed;
Hence you're getting dimples...

...And I'm losing sanity;

Losing the count of times
of replaying the melody:
Chirping sparrows...