Words by Kissmet30

You picked me up at home it was a lovely Sunday morning
We sat side by side, to the counry side we were driving
You took me to your special spot a magnificent view of a fall
The one you said you'd someday name, would it be "kismet" after all?
We drove to your house and promised to bake the both of us some muffin
We ended up with a "flour fight" inside the kitchen we were loudly laughin'
I still remember how you patted off the flour from my dark boring hair
And how we just sat there holding hands on your comfy kitchen chair
I recall how we kissed under the September mistletoe with our hands clasped tight
Too bad all of it aren't true, it was just a dream I had last night.