I'll pick seashells for a century.
Build you a castle.
I'll pave each floor with
Individual grains of sand.

One for each breath I took
That carried whispers of my
Wanting you.
I'll carve pictures into the

Walls with my fingertips.
Spending years on each detailed
Feature of your smile.
Diving the depths of every ocean

For pearls to render it just right.
I'll mine with my bare hands
Through mountains' hearts for
The black diamonds of your pupils.

Foundations built with my bones.
My blood a crimson fountain in the
Centre of its innermost room.
I'll shape a throne from the ashes

Of your every threat. Facing a fireplace
Spaceous enough to hold suns.
Here, rest your feet on a stool of
Your worries. Behind a door so heavy

Only loved ones can open it.
No ill intentions may cross this moat.
Sleep in a starlit tower room,
On a bed of clean contentment.

Stronghold of pure, divine beauty.
As you are to me. I'd create it for you,
With nothing but myself. Just because
You'd never, ever ask me to.