I could write a song,
A hundred words or more,
Writing it down until my hand was sore,
And sing it to you all day long,
But would you love me evermore?
I would write a poem,
A thousand lyrics or less,
Thinking up random rhymes at a guess,
And then would I be as solemn,
Don't think my love is just a jest.
I should write an anthem,
A million letters at a time,
Working under the celestial chime,
And how heavenly would be the rhythm,
You'd say my love ought to be a crime.