Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows gentle sounds of water from the rivers and haunting notes of music crescendos in the distant background from the speakers A cascading shower of climbing roses she waits for her lover impatiently over his lateness she agonizes at last his footsteps coming hurriedly he catches her up in his arms and spins round and round until dizzy they both fall her heart and emotions are now tailspins she loves knowing it could lead to downfall For to another one he is promised yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her she knows that he is a materialist at first it had seemed a great adventure Sighing she tells him that he must depart his plans of her seduction now thwart