How nice it would be,
In a house by the sea,
To watch the waves rock endlessly,
Crashing and spraying,
Whispering hints
of an ancient melody.
How lovely to think,
In a Victorian, pink,
We’d dance the waltz in sync
Swaying to Brahm,
Your hand on my arm,
Your eye to me did wink.
What a dream, in a cottage
On fields of green-
To grow a garden quite serene-
With pumpkins and squashes,
Treading goulashes,
We’d make sunshine out of rain.
But then again-
How nice and lovely a dream
Any life with you does seem.
We’d plant our feet in whatever stream
And grow old together,
You and me.
