Let’s meet in the cosy little corner
Of that library along the beach road
Where the worn pages exhale living memories
And the air is filled with the scent of eternal romance
I have these flowers in my pocket
They’re tired of wandering alone
They dream about your black hair
They long to find comfort in their tangles
I’ll place them on you as the crown they are
Then we will create our own little eternity
Just you and me my lovely royalty



