Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
-Dickinson
I am an avid reader, and it doesn't matter if you are because I will probably end up reading to you.
I will play hookie and cook you breakfast in bed.