Would you read my letter with my handwriting on it
Even when it’s like run through by a tornado
Would you be all ears when I can’t stop singing,
Even when wrong lyrics I’m uttering
Would you care to dance me with my two left feet
Even when you get your toes filled with bruise
Would you walk in the streets with me wearing weird shirts
Even when people stickily stare us
Would you play hide and sick in a grocery store
Even when the crew gets us *****
Would you run with me and chase geese
Even when they run after us too
Would you give your share in a food trade fair
Even  when your stomach glare
Would you eat ice cream with me in the winter
Even when cough and colds got you in between
Would you stole a picture of me in my most awkward moments
Even if I look almost always awful
Would you brush and smell my dull hair
Even if I don’t took a bath
Would you still carry me at your back
Even if I weigh a double
Would you tell me “honestly you’re always pretty”
Even when everybody agreed “I’m ugly”
Would you love all of me, head to toes, inside and out
Even when I’m at the worst and unlovable mode
Would you be thankful
Would you say “I do”
If you do, should we stop this “would you’s”
And begin with “Let me”