Indeed, how about it, I also wonder sometimes.
Once I found someone noble and beautiful who could have perhaps fit the part. We were drinking tea one night when I asked how many children he wanted.
"Three," he answered.
"Fine," I agreed.
"Come with me," I invited him, "I will show you autumn."
"I would like to, but I can´t", was his polite reply.
So I went alone, because I belong to the road,
and he stayed behind in the land of eternal summer.
Nothing happened. He was not my man.
If he had been, I would have stayed.
One other time in one other country there was one other man.
He was just the opposite of the first, yet I loved him.
Still I did not stay, although he bid me to.
My road I loved more.
Perhaps I am already married...
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