🌄Take me someplace quaint
with cobbled steps and high walls,
green patches against the blue sheet.
Perhaps, to that far off hill
Just you and I
Like two birds rejoicing the song of life.
A thatched roof- our own cottage
Away from the bustle of city life;
Cornered by nature and the rich ravine.
Sun will shine the day, moon- the night
I’ll rear a herd of goats
In the pallor of the dying sky.
But, unsettled I get
When I look deep in your eyes
You, darling, have city hopes
And here it is I wish to die.