If I had a hot rod,
I'd ride all the way to your place, so that I can take you to my place
and make you keep me company. So you can prove to me if you can really lay in my arms without doing something that we'll both regret.

If I had the wings of an angel -
it doesn't matter, be it that of a devil -
I'd heed the lesson learned from Icarus's story and use my eyes and racing heart to get to you,
pick you up in my arms, slay all your fears,
and confess some of my secrets.

If I had a private jet,
I'd zoom through the skies this instant,
so I could take you somewhere you haven't been,
and hold you tight, keep your lips occupied,
so you stare at my eager and love-filled eyes  -
not the clouds outside.

But I don't...
And I'm sorry,
sorry that I can't make the distance between our bodies vanish.
I'm sorry,
but for now, I can only wish -
and hopefully in some years to come, I'd remind you of this poem
and we'll laugh - well, you will, while I try to capture the memory
using my elephant memory,
so that I can relive it every time I'm lonely,
or we fight, because I hate tension between you and I.