I could sing you a happy song.
I could hear you all day long.
I could get drunk on your smile.
I could for the longest time.

I could stare into your eyes;
cliché says they tell no lies,
but in them I would find you,
and this feeling all so new.

I'd get lost around your lips.
Draw you with my fingertips.
Whisper poems and your name.
Maybe you could do the same.

I could write you a fairy tale.
Rhyme in verses without fail.
I could make all pens run dry
trying hard to make you fly.

I can think of many things
I could say if you were here,
and I know I will one day
'cause I will meet you someday.