This is humour in case anyone gets the wrong idea (Nick you'll remember this)

The day is re-born after the nights have passed cold
A heart arises and asks where is my someone to hold?
From works toil to secure fortune I stretch a day’s hours
Yet all I want really is you and I, amid a garden of flowers
To sing and dance, to make love, hold, kiss and caress
But preferably my dear without you wearing that dress