I’d write to you everyday, of stories of heroes and monsters at sea,

of little fish that swim endlessly, of bears that don’t feel free.

I’d sing you songs of silver, songs of every season, day and weather.

And when words run out, I’d draw the ways we love and we laugh and it’ll be like we never grew older.

And when there is nothing left to say, i’d be with you as if there is no other way.