My voice may not be ..
That of two humming birds in love
As they sing on your window sill
On a Sunday morning
As you drink your English breakfast tea
But darling I will always sing..

And I may not have the grace
Of a leaf as it says farewell to its roots
And floats into the arms of the dirt
On cold autumn day
But darling I will always dance..

And I may not love like a Shakespearean play
With beauty, craze and passion
But I will always love

And that my friend is how to live..