"I do believe
the Lord above
created you for me to love
He picked you up among the rest
'cause He knows I love you best
and if I die and you're still there
I'll wait you up in the golden gate
and if you're not here on the judgement day
I know you went the other way
so I'll cut my angel wings, my golden hair and everything
to prove to you my love is true
I'll go to hell just to
be with you."

You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end