Explored the woods, climbed over bars,

Smoked cigarettes and broke a shilling.

An infinitely blissful week

Went by in this Arcadian fashion;

I hesitated long to speak,

But ultimately breathed my passion.

She said her heart was not her own;

She said she’d love me like a sister;

She cried a little (not alone);

I begged her not to fret, and—kissed her.