I’d sing you a song
But how do I share
My feelings with something
As fickle as air
I’d write you some verse
But that wouldn’t do
I can’t trust to paper
My fondness for you
I’d promise you good times
But time is a beast
That’s prone to conspiring
With fate in the least
So I’ll say a prayer
Now under my breath
To never be parted
From you beyond death
And if too much of me
Appears a crime
Remember we got past
Air paper and time