Lend me your eyes. So I could fill them with the bursting stars. Telling tales of the spellbinding universe, singing songs of exploding suns... and of splintering quasars.
Lend me your thoughts. So that if I may, write of them. Fantastical scribbles of love and praise. Meticulously lined and carefully stitched... with immaculate lace at the hems.
Lend me your breaths. I'd catch them as they fall... between the words you would say. Merging mine with yours... introducing colour... and vigour to my monochromatic world of black, white and grey.
Lend me your heartbeats... for mine thumps erratic. As if beating in silent mock. I depend on the steadiness in yours. So they could usurp the ticks of worldly clocks.
Lend me your hands. Palms up as a sign, perhaps as an invitation... for me to take them. And maybe... hopefully fill them... with mine...