If only your few freckles were the few stars I can see outside my city window.

If only that crescent moon was your mischievous wink, or sly smile.

If only I could jump out of my window and hop upon the sky scrapers, higher and higher and rest upon that crescent, rest upon thine shut eye, thy lips.

If only this window, your glasses were gone. I could leap and show you how much I love you. I could show you how high and fast I would jump over the CN Tower and fall again just for you and kiss your freckles on my descent.

Just for you. Just for you.