I'd sing the songs with you in my mind,
I'd spell my name with yours on its side,
I'd pen my odes and you'd be the muse,
I'd be the moon to brighten your blues.

I'd fight my doubts to see your heart,
I'd think of you as the loveliest art,
So I'd paint blooms while we are apart,
And smile lovingly for your silly remarks.

But you'd never know these little quirks,
For I'd do them all behind these booming fireworks.
I've written tons of letters for you;
Kept in a box after nearly being sent.