„We might have a future.“
I think to myself.
Before I wanted to stay on the shelf,
Bound only to men in literature.

But as I walk these lonely walls,
Missing you since weeks,
A dream, this scene, in me wakes:
What if we built here our halls?

I would dance in a flowy dress,
Dance to tunes played on your bagpipe,
Blunder from trees fruits fresh and ripe.
A life worthy of the word flawless.

No longer am I just your passenger princess,
And you are more than just my lover.
I will bind you to me with a wish on a clover.
„You are mine for life.“ he says.