i would wait a m i l l i o n years

Come, do not delay, O sweet delight,
Come where love calls you to pleasure,
While the nocturnal torch stays unlit in the sky,
And the air remains dark and the world is silent.
Here the brook murmurs, the breeze plays,
Refreshing the heart with gentle whisperings;
Here the flowers smile and the grass is fresh,
Here all is bait for the pleasures of love.
Come, my dear, here among these sheltered plants
Come, I will crown your brow with roses…

( From Susanna's aria, Figaro's Wedding by Mozart )