Will I be the one You can see with your eyes closed? Or will I be the one You can't see even with your eyes open?
Will I be the one You will hold in your arms? Or will I be the one You will hold in your heart?
Will I be the one You speak all the truth with? Or will I be the one To hear all truth disguised as lies?
Will I be the one You will choose to share a bench with? Or will I be the one You will choose to share a home with?
Will I be the one You will still write to When your heart is heavy When your mind is weak When your stomach is growling When your eyes are aching?
Or will I be the one You will think of writing to When your heart is occupied When your mind is strong When your stomach is stretched with delicacies When your eyes are freshened as ever?