If I ran away, would you follow me without question?
Would you take my hand and say "Where to, my dear?"
Would you take me to a field of lilies?
And intricately twist them into my hair?
Would you lose the hands on the clock with me?
Would we even remember they exist?
Would you take a simple pleasure in being together?
Because here is where you are destined to be?
Would you brush the flyaway strands from my cheeks?
And say that I have aged gracefully?
As I bloom from youth to old age, will you still be my friend?
Like how we started this whole adventure?
And will I do all the same for you?

My response is simple:
Anywhere you wish to go, I shall reply
"Where to, my dear?"