I have shed my tears all of this night,
I have started this yet again, a brand new fight!
The moon, the time and the steely September,
Whispered to me, “U must move, she aint your lover”!
Another dream went crashing down in the fall,
The bullet with the butterfly wings has miles, before the final call!
If you were the sands, and I the sea,
To kiss your toes with foams of love, it would have been me.
If you were the subtle breath, and I the soft whisper,
To ignite the fire within, I would have; in the sultry November.
If you were the princess and I the fortress,
To wipe your tears, I would have; in distress.
If you were the ruby and the I the dust,
To move away, I would have and let you lust;
If you were the effect and I the cause,
To let bliss flow, I would have, ‘n let moment pause.
If you were the dreams, and I the darkest of the night
To make the stars come closer, I would have traveled years of light.
If you were the rose, and I the thorn,
To see the red of the rose, I would have been born.
I have thought over it so many times,
Hardly found an octet that actually rhymes.