I have no plan,
I have no adventure that is bold,
Except to love you
Until I get old.
I have no plan,
No life with excitement in it,
Except to adore you
Every minute.
No strategy
Has built the pillars of my life;
I’ll go to the woods
With you as my wife.
I avoid the fight
For peace in a hidden place,
To contemplate
Your interesting face.
Life is wide and loud,
So I ran to this quiet,
Where peacefully a brook runs
With you by it.
I have no plan.
Stanzas? One hundred, or seven,
Except you in each one,
You, my heaven.
I have no plan
To steal you and elope.
So we must leave quietly
With quiet hope.
