lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.