.how i wish you lived close, that we might visit on sunny days .if we were to live so close to travel on foot over the hill from my cottage, reaching the crest i could see your house .and from that spot you could see mine nestled in flowers below
.yes, i would forget my manners and without calling would dash over the hill to tell you most important things that could not wait .as your house grew closer, in the clearing of trees i would see you sitting in the garden (as you so often do) reading, a teacup balanced on your knee .seeing you lost in your world i would not shout out lest i startle you .so i'd stand and wait with my little corgi dancing at my feet until you looked up
.and you would [look up] because you could feel my presence there .and then at that moment i would wave wildly with excitement picking up my skirt hurrying to tell you of whatever it was i had been so anxious to run to tell to only you .my friend
.yes, i wish we lived near