For you, I would reach up and pick the stars, as flowers of the night
Gathering near, gathering far
Lost in the wonder of what you are
I would fetch the clouds and stitch them together
A coat for your fears
Amid inclement weather
No torrid rain
No howling wind
Nothing could harm or chill you again
I say now as a man-
All that I am, was, and ever will be
Is yours for the taking
For you, my heart, my spirit, my soul
My love, for the breaking
©Jason Cole
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
For you, I would reach up and pick the stars, as flowers of the night
Gathering near, gathering far
Lost in the wonder of what you are
I would fetch the clouds and stitch them together
A coat for your fears
Amid inclement weather
No torrid rain
No howling wind
Nothing could harm or chill you again
I say now as a man-
All that I am, was, and ever will be
Is yours for the taking
For you, my heart, my spirit, my soul
My love, for the breaking
©Jason Cole
