Hey There Delilah

I am under the impression that if i were to get a brand and place it in a fire and watch it heat and glow passionate orange and press it to your skin and watch it painlessly burn you,....If i were to mark you as mine, would you accept it and dance with me in a field of Aster? Would you drink rainwater sweetened by wild honey? Would we feast on dreams, and sleep on hope? Or would you gaze at me with steely gray eyes, and tell me you've lost yourself to responsibility?