But alas, I can't.

Family stature and my nomenclature won't let me do or be such.

Walking on the beach barefoot

Would be a wondrous delight.

To stare at the fireplace,

Roasting marshmallows through the night.

A long drive into the country.

A picnic by the lake.

Looking up at the clouds.

Making snow angels in snowflakes.

All wonderful romantic treats.