A Life Filled with Warmth

I still remember our childhood days, chasing grasshoppers through the fields.

We raced through streets and alleys, laughing and chattering all the way.

When we were little, we shared our secrets. As we grew, we kept each other company beneath the moonlight.

At thirteen, we picked green plums, while our childhood sweethearts ran about in a flurry.

There were times when tears fell, and we bore the wounds of youth.

Yet looking back, we see two children whose hearts remained pure.

We need only wait until you come of age, then you'll marry me and bring me into the bridal chamber.

I'll smile sweetly, and you'll dream without a care.

Through all this world's storms, frost, and snow, we'll face them hand in hand.

All I ask is that we grow old together, and tell stories of our childhood home once more.