But alas, I can't.
Family stature and my nomenclature won't let me do or be such.
Walking on the beach barefoot
Would be a wondrous delight.
To stare at the fireplace,
Roasting marshmallows through the night.
A long drive into the country.
A picnic by the lake.
Looking up at the clouds.
Making snow angels in snowflakes.
All wonderful romantic treats.
