Can I write you a love song
Or a poem that speaks love
When you can’t see your worth
Or when you’re under the sky alone

Can I fill your lungs with air that never expires
Or maybe tell you that your silence
Opens a portal to a vast ocean
Teeming with trinkets of you and I

Should’ve held your hand
And watched my heart fell
You are a feeling of a new home
Is it too soon to tell?