What would you do if I painted the sky with stars, and coaxed the moon to stay, just to look at it's reflection in your eyes. If I gathered up all your broken pieces, and spent hours patching the hairline fractures in your mind. If I ignored the splinters, Because there's always collateral damage. And if I whispered lullabies while you slept, just to keep your demon away. What would you do? If I kissed your eyes when your world got ugly. If I sang to you, just to give you something beautiful to hear? If I promised on your very skin the love my lips can't explain? If I articulated in fingertips, and sighs. Would you translate my love, or just the echoes of your hearts burnt corridors.