Regardless of us having never met,
Would it ignite something inside you
If I said I'd miss you if you died tonight?

Not focusing on the fact that
This has all been said before,
Would it change anything if I told you
That I have been there... and I do get it...
And I don't want you to be alone tonight?

I want to do something,
Spark something inside you that stretches across
The thousands of lakes...
Connecting us...

Will that change anything?
I want to get to know you...
Will you let me get to know you?

It's taken all of me not to read those faded old letters
I've tried with all I have in me, to take off the ring I got from her.
And it's taking just about all of me not to break in tears.
If I had a just a little more in me
Some sort of power to bring her here to me
I'd do it all the same, but differently
I don't want to forget,
But I don't want to remember goodbye as part of it.

"If one of the things you believe in,
Is that this world's an ugly place,
You must have never gone outside at night,
And stared up into space,
You haven't felt the way the air changes,
In the minutes before it rains,
Or watched the world pass by below,
Out the window of a plane,
You've never been awake so early,
That you see the moment the sun stats to rise,
And you've never laid with your back on the grass,
And made shapes with the clouds in the sky,
But maybe if you've done all this,
But still don't believe it's true,
It's because you can't see all the beauty,
That I see when I look at you."

If you'd been here
When I was young,
You'd not forget
What we'd have done.

We'd climb roofs,
Jump in the river,
****** neighbour's pears,
Then skedaddle,
Laughing with sweat-matted hair,
Wiping off those grown-up cares.

We'd bumper-jump in four inch snow,
And never let our parents know.
Oh, such fun we two would do,
If I could stay as young as you.

We'd skate and bike,
Play street ball,
Act up in school,
Stand in the hall;
We'd hike with jars
Along country brooks,
Read and trade
Our comic books.
Lie in the sand,
Burn in the sun,
Forgetting it was time for home.
We'd never tire of our treats,
And often we'd forget to eat
Because we're having all our fun:
If you'd been here when I was young.

We'd play Tag and Red Rover,
Flags and Chase,
Then have sleep-overs.
We'd swap tomorrow
For daily pearls,
Then swap each other
For pretty girls.

We'd be up to our shenanigans,
Sleep the sleep,
Then start again.
This is the way
We'd have our fun,
If you'd been here
When I was young.

But now you're here,
And I'm much older,
The things we'd do
You'll do with others;
But when you need a  boost to climb,
This old man has a shoulder.
Yes,
I'll sure have lots of fun,
For you're here now.
That keeps me young.

Sometimes I wonder when she says she loves me,
what I have done to deserve such a prize
I am not special, not someone so worthy
or smart as some others, at least in my eyes

Oh sure I can write about what I am feeling
in poetic form that will usually rhyme
Poems of love filled with sugary phrases
that tell her how happy I am she is mine

But there are so many who write words of wisdom
with thoughts stimulating in wonderful prose
Stanzas of life and the world all around us,
depth in their meanings, it certainly shows

Difficult subjects that touch us so deeply,
current events, many names in the news
Sadness and sorrow of friends and their passing,
realistic themes now expressing their views

While I write of fairies and peppermint kisses
in fantasy settings with sunflower dreams
Stardust and sunsets and magical places
with lily pads singing in clear mountain streams

What does she see in this heart of a dreamer,
who paints pretty pictures in whimsical weave
Writes everything with the happiest ending,
thinks in forever just past make believe

Sometimes I wonder when she says she loves me,
what I have done to deserve such a prize
But I’ll just keep writing and hope she keeps reading
while thanking the luckiest stars in my skies