If I were the shell upon your back my darling,
And you the turtle down below-
Why it sounds quite funny I know.
But I could shelter you from storms, you could keep me oh so warm,
And if foes or woes befall you my embrace, well, it could hide you
Or if I turtle you’d rather not be, well let’s see. . .
We could be flamingos in the sunset, and move our necks to make a heart-
Or maybe better swans, for once they love they never part.
Or if you were another bird (of paradise perhaps), then I’d woo you with my dancing, and we’d build a nest that’d last.
Though perhaps poultry is poor preference when you you should be more grand
You could be the sky my darling, as my waves crash upon the sand.
I’d reflect your splendor, your stunning light displays,
And when the sun won’t grace you with it’s rays,
I’ll bedeck you with every star in space.
Of these silly comparisons, little can be said-
They are simply simple ramblings from a lovebird’s head.
All I mean to say my dearest,
All that you must know,
Is no matter where we find ourselves,
I will love you so.