If I happen to slip into an endless sleep let it be known my dear...
Let it be known that though limited my accomplishments have boar me endless bliss...
Let it be known that although I have not won any grand prizes I had the privilege to win your heart
And although I have not visited every  corner of this earth I have roamed every inch of your soul and even climbed on the hills of your insanity and can nearly swear that the view is more magnificent than tops of Everest
And though I have not written great novels I helped write the story of us and that is enough...
And though I've not seen the northern lights I'm sure they can't compare to light in your eyes
So if I slip into and endless sleep my dear let be known that Ive lived a fruitful day and now I have teachers my curfew with more than contempt