Shall we run away,
in to the distance?
Mark our route along the coast,
through the ocean spray.
Ought we to elope,
in the deep of night?
Away from all the loathers;
forget the misanthropes.
Would you leave this,
to sake our love?
Every moment we linger severs us,
from our intended bliss.
I know know you wont,
come with me.
Your eyes now full of resolve,
that tells me that you don't.
