If you were my woman, Gustav said, I would kiss you all over.
But first I would court you, of course.
I would take you to dinner in the meadow.
But I would first hold your hand, of course.
I would lavish you with gifts, pink colored, sweet scented, and rosy looking.
But I would first ask you if you aren’t allergic to flowers of course.
And then you would know what it’s like to be loved as a sheep must be loved.