I want to be the fire
That will warm you on cold evenings
That will burn to give you light,
That will glow in your heart,
Give me your hand.
I want to be the song
That will echo in your memoirs,
That will hum in your heart,
That will wait on your lips,
Give me your voice.
I want to be the rain,
That will tingle on your palm,
That will tickle your nerves,
That will moisten your eyelids,
Give me your eyes.
I want to be the wind,
That will pass by your garden,
That will run through your hair,
That will casually whisper,
Give me your ears.
I want to be the shadow
That will stay by your side,
That will walk by your side,
That will be , by your side,
Take me.
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