I always wanted blue eyes like the lady walking there

Perhaps she'd like my grey ones that match her ageing hair

Dad's box of chocolates on the shelf was begging to be eaten

And when it was my gut whizzed round with much recrimination

I often yearned for a quiet life in picturesque surrounds

But work dictated that a farm was sadly out of bounds

Our lives are full of give and take, choices good and dire

So would we all be happier without pangs of desire