I want you to chase me across mountains!
Over land and sea we will run
the sun shining bright on our laughter
And our hearts as warm as the sand between our toes.
Our house will always smell lovely
Of freshly-baked bread and ripe apples,
With wine cups filled to the brim with happy delight!
And our kisses will always be sweet, whether gentle
Or demanding, fingers entwined or
crushed between the others.
And when that happy chase is over,
I want you to look at me with your eyes
That hold a well of sweet delight
That cry: I can never be insensible to you.
How sad it is that such happiness
belongs solely to the realm of dreams
My heart is heavy with the weight of