Be with you

Time flies when we're together,
Hours turn to minutes,
Minutes turn to seconds,
and the next thing I see is me walking home.

At times I wish not your friends to come,
That way you'll walk me home,
although it may be the three of us,
But all my eyes see is you.

Some days I wish it would drizzle,
That way we'll sit under the hut,
Or hang out at the mamak,
And talk till our hearts content.

When you talk to me,
It is as though nothing else matters,
All problems just seem to turn to dust,
And easily blown away.