I’ll be your poet for tonight
Trace sweet nothings across the backs of your hands,
My fingers dancing on your skin
Cursive words in invisible ink.
And if you fail to feel my touch
I’ll be your singer for the night
Sing the verses in a broken voice
The mournful moans of a lovelorn soul.
If still my song doesn’t reach your ears
I’ll be the artist coloring your world
In sun colors, brighter than the smile you grace me with
Close your eyes and I’ll be the air around you
The air around you, I’ll be.
I’ll be all around you.
How will you stop me then?