The Daily Musings of a Twitterpated Heart

If you were the moon or other satellite
I'd build a shuttle for the flight
I'd plan a one way launch from the surface to orbit

And though I may not be there now
If God wills, and this rocket leaves the ground
Soon, we'll be together

If you were the night, and I, a firefly
I'd wait all day to burn in bright
And like luciferase, you just can't help but light me up

And though you may not be here now
If God wills, and the Earth still spins around
Soon, we'll be together

But you're a girl
And I'm a boy who likes to sing and play guitar
And all that I can do is pray you can hear me now

If you were a slide, and I, a tire swing
We'd probably both miss having eyes
I'm sure I'd wish that I were a man and not a tire swing

Still, you're a slide
So I'll endure the rain and the chill and children sticking gum to my side
If we're together

If you were a fret, and I, a tuning key
We'd probably both miss having legs
I'm sure I'd quickly grow to loathe Sweet Home Alabama

But still, they play it
And though I may get dizzy after every show
And we tire of covers
We're still together

But you're a girl
And I'm a boy who likes to sing and play guitar
And all that I can do is pray you can hear me now

Arthur Pope (spartanbard)