throw the paper in the air

and come run away with me

leave those long drawn out papers

to the trash bin and spend all your time

in my arms and allow the winds and sand

run through our hair

dare not to have a care in the world

circle the globe and be where you long to be

smile at me as if the freshest rose was presented to you

as if it was the last one and one a kind as you are to me

no worrys when the moon is as open as our hearts