if i compose myself into a song,
would you sing me?
would you take me for your lullaby,
and for the song of your joy,
the song of your heart?
if i compose myself into a poem,
would you recite me?
would you make me your ballad
and the ode of your soul,
the epic of your life?
if i compose myself into a tear,
would you shed me?
would you claim me for your sorrows,
and weep me for your grief,
the crystal streaks on your cheek?
if i compose myself into a dream,
would you visit me?
would you value the moon over the sun,
and the pull of sleep over the waking hours,
so that you could be with me?
if i cannot compose myself?
if all i can be is a man,
and all i could give is my love,
would you compose me?