Blue sky. Ruby red wine. A crisp white sheet. The grass an emerald green. Beams of sunlight peaking through the trees. The wind releasing a gentle breeze. You ask me to runaway forever, pledging your love as true as the weather. I tell you I am as good as dead without you filling my heart and head. On this perfect Summer's day we vow to do life our own ceaseless way. Never looking back, nor too far ahead, but holding the moment before it slips like satin woven thread.