We will become wisps of air that entwine,
Willows of sorrows and tomes of sunshine,
Things that should've never been stopped,
Left out cold to exhaust the passionate flames of time.
I dread the day I stop my rhymes, these passionate soulful lines
Brewed up just right for you, my sweet soulful Moon divine.
My world ticks for nobody else other than you my love benign,
By accident or sheer design,
All I want for is you to be mine.
When the push comes to shove
And the lines recede and don't rhyme,
Far beyond the universe there would always be a time
When I would look out for you and you would finally come out from the cold
And together we will say,
Be mine!