Oh, to stand here, in a museum
Staring at delicate paintings of old.
You step beside me to see them
Our eyes meet, we get lost in our own world.
Oh, to enter the realm of gentle feelings
To experience disarming tenderness.
Oh, here I stand, dreaming
From intimacy and affection
Is it truly freedom to have no responsibility,
To have no duties or any jealousy?
Oh, is it not loneliness to miss this beauty,
To dance in the moonlight in serenity?
