Through Denmark's windy fields of green,
Where fjords stretch wide and skies serene,
I walk alone beneath the northern light,
A single man with dreams held tight.
The hum of the village, the stillness of street,
But in my heart stirs a will,
To find a wife, to build a life,
And raise a family free from strife.

I would find love as deep as the sea,
As endless as eternity.
Softly she laughs, aglow her eyes,
A woman's warmth in winter's snow.
In castles built of whispered dreams,
We'll weave a life of simple themes:
A home of joy, of bread and fire,
And children to fulfill desire.

Two sons I see beneath my care—
One strong as oak, with windswept hair.
He'll chase the wild, the forest's call,
Run free beneath the birches tall.
His hands will shape, his heart will build,
A future bright, with courage filled.
In him, I see my own reflection,
An heir to all my life's direction.

But the other son, rare, a flame—
His heart doth speak to quite another name;
A soul none easier鑑ization,
To be himself, to find his place.
He shall to wing the world free, wild, and wide,
In him new lives and love shall be my guide.
And where the road winds doubtful, Ere it bends,
The light which is his soul shall be its friend.

I'll lead them both with open hands,
And teach them everything about these Danish lands,
Where freedom's winds forever blow,
Where love is more than we might know.
In the fields where tulips meet the sea,
They'll live their truth, they'll both be free.

The world may judge, the world may stare,
But love is love, beyond compare.
In my little house, my sons will rise-
Each one a star beneath the skies.
One born in strength, one born in grace,
Both equal in a father's space.

And she, my wife, beside me stands
With tender voice and firm hands,
Together we will greet the sun,
Our lives interwoven, our hearts one.
Through stormy and quiet, dark and light,
We shall build the path, we shall build the light.

Though now I pace these streets alone,
Longing deep as the ocean's sigh,
I know that someday it shall wait for me,
A family wild and full, and free.
In the Denmark air, I breathe this dream,
As true as the daylight's golden gleam.
A wife, two sons, a life complete—
This single man will one day meet.

And when the stars align just right,
My heart will find its warmth and light.
For though today I walk in sorrow,
I dream, I hope, I wait for tomorrow.

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