My love is vast. My love is strong. My love is driven by the thought of you noticing me one day. Although I am told that some love never blooms like flowers struggling during the bitter colds. I have nothing to offer you. All I have are my bones. They hold me up on days I feel like a bird with broken wings, but I will always love you with the lights on. I will care for your wounds until you're able to fly again. Until you can reach the moon. So play your guitar and sing your songs. I will admire you from afar as you carry on. Don't worry about me. I'm not trying to come off as a creep but I love your eyes, and how they look like dark coffee. I love the way you speak. Each word a melody. Every sentence a song. I'm caught on your hook. I could listen all day long. I'm lost in your music while you're lost in this madness. So don't worry my dear, the flowers will someday bloom. I shall save these words for you. I'll read them out to you, but only once during the blue moon.
You're a sweetheart and a really brave bird. So walk with me to the edge of the earth and I will share you all my secrets, and you will share me yours. We'll tie them both to balloons and let them go. Lay with me down on this pearly dew-drop grass. We'll watch the clouds travel to and fro, just stay with me in this perfect spot. You don't have to go.