I would live the rest of my life with you in this corner. Snuggled in your lap, smelling your scent. At dawn I would sip the golden and pink lights of your rainbow, I would pick flowers and fruits of all colors and flavors at your feet. and we would let them dance to the sound of waltzes and boleros until they got tired. We would dream dull dreams of a life of work Incessant, underpaid, slave labor, nightmares, At dawn again we would wake up side by side, happy, full.