Oh the beautiful words that there are
Let them appear as morning dew
I’ll say them as seeds and plant them as trees
And grow beautiful letters and poems for you
And through the years if there are tears
And our love should wilt away
I shall blow a breeze to scatter the leaves
So that the words may not decay
By the wind may they be tossed and taken,
Lost in the loveliness of the world
So that the presence of our love will not be forsaken
But with the lives of others be furled.