Some like flowers, others diamonds, others still chocolate, and a few champagne
But I'd rather have a poem
Some want money, others a hand to hold, others security.
But I want a dancing partner.
Some like A walk on the beach, others a stay in an expensive resort, many a candlelight room.
But I prefer the forest at midnight.
Pity, to have all those things and never feel the wind in your hair, Hear a laugh in the air, or the light of play in another's eyes! Pity, that some should go without to make room for Maturity!
Poor things!
